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7/30/2025, 5:19:11 AM
>be me, Summer 2014, 17, fresh out of high school, just trying to figure out what I want to do with my life
>stuck wagecucking at a shitty grocery store, soul-crushing minimum wage existence, thinking about blowing my brains out daily
>driving my clapped-out Chevy Avalanche home, probably around 11 PM
>dead of night, small town highway's deserted, not another soul on the road for miles, just me and the hum of my shitty engine doing a chill 35 mph
>listening to some garbage pop radio, staring straight ahead, mind focused on just getting home so that I can play some video games
>then, for absolutely no reason, my eyes just... flick right, through the passenger window
>and there she is
>standing in front of a patch of overgrown, shadowy bushes, illuminated faintly by the dull glow of my headlights
>naked. completely and utterly stark naked.
>pale as bone, almost translucent in the dim light, like a ghost made of porcelain. Her hair was long, so blonde it was almost white, hanging down her shoulders.
>and she's looking right at me.
>and she's grinning.
>not a normal grin. Her mouth was stretched impossibly wide, from ear to ear. Straight up uncanny valley shit, like something ripped from a creepypasta, or a bad dream given flesh.
>stuck wagecucking at a shitty grocery store, soul-crushing minimum wage existence, thinking about blowing my brains out daily
>driving my clapped-out Chevy Avalanche home, probably around 11 PM
>dead of night, small town highway's deserted, not another soul on the road for miles, just me and the hum of my shitty engine doing a chill 35 mph
>listening to some garbage pop radio, staring straight ahead, mind focused on just getting home so that I can play some video games
>then, for absolutely no reason, my eyes just... flick right, through the passenger window
>and there she is
>standing in front of a patch of overgrown, shadowy bushes, illuminated faintly by the dull glow of my headlights
>naked. completely and utterly stark naked.
>pale as bone, almost translucent in the dim light, like a ghost made of porcelain. Her hair was long, so blonde it was almost white, hanging down her shoulders.
>and she's looking right at me.
>and she's grinning.
>not a normal grin. Her mouth was stretched impossibly wide, from ear to ear. Straight up uncanny valley shit, like something ripped from a creepypasta, or a bad dream given flesh.
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