A bright full moon lit up the road for us tonight, casting demonic tree figures that laughed at us while the winds blew hard. Our car had run out of gas and we're in the middle of no where. Only one car has passed by us within the last hour, but the thumb hitchhiking technique doesn't seem to work too well these days. The media might have put some fear into people trying to be the good Samaritan. Who wants to be the fool that ends up on the News the next day, right?
The gas station we filled up in Tracy, Minnesota before leaving did seem rather odd. An apprehensive greasy old man, dressed in a mechanic's suit named Bob came out to fill our gas tank. We didn't want to make any stops, but we were thankful they were opened even at 2 in the morning. After Bob was done, he walked over to the window to collect the money. It got eerily quiet, the windows started to creak and cry trying to prevent itself from rolling down.
Bob murmured something through his jittery chapped lips. "You have to speak up," as I made some gestures to let him know that I couldn't hear him. He murmured again. "How much...?" I asked. With his old tiresome fist and arm, he started making circular motions asking me to roll down the window a little more. I hesitated, but went against my will. Before I knew it, his hands had grabbed me by the collar and with brute force I was up against the half opened window that was trying to tell me something. He then leaned his head in and whispered into my ears, "save 5% on your next order over $99 at ToolKing.com with coupon code SPOOKY."
The gas station we filled up in Tracy, Minnesota before leaving did seem rather odd. An apprehensive greasy old man, dressed in a mechanic's suit named Bob came out to fill our gas tank. We didn't want to make any stops, but we were thankful they were opened even at 2 in the morning. After Bob was done, he walked over to the window to collect the money. It got eerily quiet, the windows started to creak and cry trying to prevent itself from rolling down.
Bob murmured something through his jittery chapped lips. "You have to speak up," as I made some gestures to let him know that I couldn't hear him. He murmured again. "How much...?" I asked. With his old tiresome fist and arm, he started making circular motions asking me to roll down the window a little more. I hesitated, but went against my will. Before I knew it, his hands had grabbed me by the collar and with brute force I was up against the half opened window that was trying to tell me something. He then leaned his head in and whispered into my ears, "save 5% on your next order over $99 at ToolKing.com with coupon code SPOOKY."
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