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Eric loved driving fast. He was speeding in his truck down a deserted highway, right past an eerie looking cornfield. It was dusk, and he had just bought his deli fresh meat from the convinience store to have for supper. That's when he noticed that the truck battery was slowly dying as he sped along.▼
▲Eric loved driving fast. He was speeding in his truck down a deserted highway, right past an eerie looking cornfield. It was dusk, and he had just bought his deli fresh meat from the
"Damn!" he yelled. It had just
His truck slowly came to a stop, as he wheeled his steering wheel next to the cornfield, angry at himself. He pulled his cellphone out and held it up to his face, but he had zero bars out here. He was literally in the middle of nowhere. Eric got out of his truck and let the summer air wash over him. It was a bit breezy out tonight, and there were hardly any noises, except for the crickets and wind. Eric, in fury, kicked his truck, and at that moment an old lady's voice called out, "Broken down, hon?"
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''"''You won awards for your cooking." Eric said. He again looked at the dates. "Where's... 1991?" Eric also thought it was odd how his year of birth was skipped.
The lady stopped bustling in the cabinet.
"Martha Swanson won that trophy. I had invited her over shortly after for some of my rice. I was... A bit jealous. But I wanted to celebrate with her." The lady said quickly. She backed herself out of the cabinet, still not turning around to Eric. She went to the refrigerator, and opened it. There was no light on inside, and Eric noticed that the fridge itself was unplugged. A foul smell of rotting food was wafting out of it, making the man's eyes water.
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Eric was completely speechless, on the verge of tears. He's surprised he didn't die of shock, as he couldn't move for fear.
"Hey honey, I'm home." said an uglier,
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The husband started laughing too, and as he did his entire jaw fell off and splattered on the ground like it was a pie hitting the floor. It got all over Eric's shoes, and the husband turned and looked at him. "What's the matter? Don't you recognize your father?" he said, but it sounded like "whaamahher, do hou heckonise yoh hahhur?"
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Eric collapsed on the spot... And nobody ever heard from him again.
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