“It’s nice to see old friends. Unless they bring dark secrets to light.”
Ghost of Dura
The sight of the van hit Eric like a mouldy white ghost.
Vines hogtied the wheels of the rusting, festering vehicle — but he remembered it.
“Dura, how did you get here?” he breathed. “Last time I saw you, I’d had too many alcopops. I remember driving home. I woke up without you.”
Eric approached the van.
Peering through the glass, he remembered the corduroy seats. The skull gear-shifter left him smiling.
“My guitar!” Eric pulled on the rear door. It groaned open. He stumbled away in horror. The stench of death. A female corpse.
“What the hell happened that night?”
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