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Oh! OH! I completely forgot about this, and it’s only in these moments before sleep that I can recall the true horror of the Garbage Truck from Hell.

We were on our way back from a shopping trip when out of NOWHERE (well, a sidestreet, to be honest) this huge garbage truck pulls up. I mean, HUGE. Bigger than a regular sized one. But we noticed it because it was black, with soot. Blackened from the fires of Hell, obviously. And our eyes were drawn to the front grille, where to our horror we saw a collection of the most terrifying stuffed animals on Earth. I’m pretty certain they come to life at midnight, and stuff.

As I say, this was coming from a sidestreet, so we passed it. We looked in the rearview mirror to make sure it wasn’t following us, and it was gone. Vanished. No trace.

- SiW



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