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Incident
at the Gas Station
by Marti
Me, my sister Sharon, and several friends were headed west on I10, planning to spend our Spring Break in Mexico. We'd been driving all day and I was trying to get someone else to take the wheel so I could sleep for a while.
We stopped at a gas station just off the interstate. Inside there wasn't anyone at the counter, but we heard voices coming from the back. We dinged the bell at the register and waited around for a while, but when no one came, my sister and I went in back to see if we could get some help. We knocked on the door, but no one answered. We could still hear them talking, so we pushed open the door a crack to peek in.
Inside, there were six elderly women seated around a small table, playing cards. We tried to get their attention, but they seemed to be ignoring us. Getting impatient, my sister stepped halfway through the door and waved her hand in front of one of the women, who looked directly at the hand and screamed. Immediately, the six women stood up abruptly and began to push my sister back. Through the door, Sharon's hand was old and wrinkled. She jerked back and watched bewildered as the six women crossed themselves and sat back down, visibly shaken.
Sharon sprinted for the door, leaving me behind to wonder what the hell had just happened.
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