The Dead Girls

Somehow this is infinitely scarier than the two dead girls floating across the lake.  With a shudder, he sits down on the bench, cracks a fresh beer—

Then—

his pole starts—

to jiggle—

—and he grabs hold of the handle.

Could be one of them trying to mess with me again, he thinks.





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