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**THE 8 BALL EXPRESS** · #1 03-20-2010, 07:18 PM

Yesterday on the way home from the 4 CLUBs 4 A CURE meeting Elouise broke down outside Millers...an old wrecking yard. Since my cell phone had died, I ventured thru the open chain link fence that surrounded the graveyard of yesterdays cars hoping to find a phone within to call a tow truck. I noticed all the old rusted mustangs lined up along the road inside...it seemed they were all glaring at me, small flickers of light from their headlamp sockets, the sound of a creaky car door carried on the evening breeze.
I turned, and a faint shadow caught my wandering eye. A 1971 Mustang now appeared, parked in the distance...it sounded as if it was calling me..."Get in...get in...turn the key"...What harm would come of it?
As I approached it, the door opened, quite silent for a 30 + yr old relic..was it the night air that blew it open?
I sat down inside...and something strange happened...

I looked over and something strange was happening to my car...
I ran over and I couldn't believe it...
As I turned, the mustangs in the wrecking yard were gone....
The 1971 Grande...Vanished....
But there was Elouise.....

I woke up and found myself laying on my front porch.
I said to myself..."man, I have to lay off the guinness" This being the St Patricks Day season, I figured it must be a drink induced hallucination from the case so of stout I put away this week..."so thats it"...I reassured myself.
I looked around, trying to find my Boss S-197 prototype that left me on the side of the road...
"How did I get home then?" I said to myself...."I never found a phone and I ...." everything was a blur.
The Mustang wasn't in my driveway, and my keys weren't in my pocket, something was amiss.
"Dawn!", I called out to my wife...."where is the Stang?"
At that point I figured my son Brendan took it to the Mall with my wife along for a fun day of credit card destruction.
Then I get a phone call....

"Mr Halpin..are you the owner of a 2006 Grey Mustang.." the officer said as if he didn't know.
"Yes officer, do you have it..she died on the side of the road in front of Millers."
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The officer continued...
"I have to show you a picture of it, can you please identify the image in this picture.."
I was beginning to wonder.."Where is my car?"
The picture of the car they encountered had a Boss S-197 C stripe and was grey,....but it wasn't anything I had ever seen before...sort of an evil abomination of my beloved Boss Replica.
It was...an abomination.
Here is the last picture the officer took of the car before it devoured his soul...
Has anyone seen this car?
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As I looked at the photograph, I could see the picture of someone in the drivers seat..It was ME!
There was blood all over Elouise's grill, her hood was blackened from fire spewing from under her hell spawned engine, twisted and possessed by a sojourning entity from the dark etherworld. As she crushed her victims under her wheels, their spirits ascended thru her cowl and into the engine where they cried for their fellow motorists who would soon join them....
Behind her tire trails, the ashes of those laid victim to her bloodlust and possession.....
I had to get out...I wanted no part of this....
She span down the road...to the left of me an overpass and hairpin turn that would push me over into the watery chasm that lay below, the barnegat bay.
Faster she pushed, turning as wheels scream to hold road to tire...I openned the door....

I woke up in my car, along side a tow truck tapping on my glass...
"You call for a tow truck buddy?"
Did I?
"Thank you sir, I seem to have dozed off" I said to the driver as he hitched Elouise to her boom...."been a long nite"
Then the driver said...."just make sure to clean this blood off your bumper when you get home..."
"...and whats with all the empty picnic baskets?"

Muahahahaha
See you all tomorrow