then. The drive home from the theater was like no other ordinary drive we had had, a

simple night out became an unforgettable horror flick.

After the movie was over, we got into the car to make our way home.

Not knowing what was ahead of us, we talked about the movie and had our laughs,

when we noticed a lot of smoke coming from what seemed to be a pile of boxes

burning. I continued on driving but as we got closer the image that looked like

boxes burning was actually a car split in two around a telephone pole in flames.

I immediately pulled over to help, not thinking of the danger I was about

to put myself into. As I approached the remains of what looked like to be a car

I could hear the cry of a man screaming for help, by the sound of his voice I could

tell he was in torment. I then tried to get in but the door was stuck,

that no one would want to see. Her bone was literally sticking out of her leg and her

so in the end I guess I really was the hero of the day.

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