We Thought We Found A Dead Hooker In The Woods, But It Turned Out To Be Something Much Worse

“Still trying to pick your favorite one?” He asked in a condescending tone as he glanced from me to the crates and then back.

I shook my head and finally started to approach as I said, “Sorry, spaced out for a moment.”

Richie looked at us and rubbed his hands together as I took a seat beside the fire. He said, “SO… What do you boys wanna do now?”

Dwayne looked at me and I shrugged, saying, “We already narrowly escaped a necrophiliac. What can top that?”

When Dwayne began to speak, there was something in his tone that made us both turn and listen…

“I’ve been thinking. What… What would you guys say if told you…”

“Hey, any of you got a light? Or maybe I can just use your fire,” said the tall man holding up a cigarette and standing roughly where I had landed when I dropped down from the bridge. Yet somehow none of us had noticed him until he spoke.

How was that possible?

Richie and I exchanged a nervous glance. This was the man we had seen in the clearing. I was almost sure of it and the expression on Richie’s face confirmed my suspicions. I turned to Dwayne, expecting to see the same look of recognition on his face, but he just smiled and patted his pocket as he nodded at the man.

“I got a lighter,” Dwayne said, sounding friendlier than I had ever heard him speak to anyone before. He reached a hand into his pocket as the tall man started toward us. Dwayne pulled out a dull metal cylinder and looked up at the man as he asked, “You seen one of these?”

The man bent down to examine the object in Dwayne’s hand, which was actually a spring-loaded telescopic baton that suddenly extended with a surprising amount of force and a hollow THUNK as it jabbed the man in his eye. This stunned him long enough for Dwayne to stand and swing his baton down against the man’s back.

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