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Jill was having a torrid day.
First, she was banned from school for a month because of some graffiti, and forced to pay for it's removal. Second, her boyfriend dumped her because "You're too weird", as he said. "But you're the weird one, with your stupid hair and all." The guy flipped her off and left. And third, her house was marauded by thieves. "I can't take this shit anymore." She looked around the house see if they found the money, and they didn't. The twenty-two year old that had the worst day of her life decided to leave the town in search of an adventure. With two grand in her pocket and a back pack with necessary stuff, she left the city. Went to the train station and picked out a town from the map. Trenchill. A small area, not far from this city. She boarded the train, took a seat near the window, put her headphones on and pressed the Walkmans play button. Then she fell asleep. During this slumber, she had a dream about a man with duct tape, seeing blood and skin around a chair. This man's face couldn't be seen because it was too dark but she was certain it was a man by was walk. He moved slowly near the chair and turned it around. That's when she woke up, all sweaty and startling the person that was sitting in front of her. "Are you okay, honey?" "Yes, ma'am, thank you. Just one of those nightmares." "My, it must have been pretty bad since you were squirming so much. I have sat here since the start and it went on for thirty minutes." "Thirty minutes?" she asked with her jaw dropping. "Good Heavens to Betsy if that was not the worst thing I have seen a woman suffer from. Can I get you something?" "No, I'm fine, thank you. Do you know how far 'til Trenchill?" "Oh, we just passed it. The next stop is in twenty minutes, so you better prepare." "Great. Just my luck. Thanks. Bye." as she sat up went near the exit door. "Good luck to you, honey." As the train stopped in the station, she left it and went at the information desk to ask about a train or a bus that was going to Trenchill. The woman at the desk told her that the next train was due in two hours and the bus in three. She complained about her luck. Jill left the station and went to look for a taxi or to hitchhike her way there. No cabs in the area but a guy in a small car offered her a ride. Small talk was ensued, but after leaving town, and it's exit was near the station, the vehicle stopped near a tree. The driver was thrown out of the car while she took control of the machine. Moving fast, she passed the Trenchill sign and was excited, even though she had a migraine and felt like she was unconscious for a moment. Once arrived in town and parked the car, the bar was the next stop. The bartender saw her come in and asked what she wanted. "I'll have a strong drink." "Hard day?" "Very." "I haven't seen you here before." "It's my first time here." "What bring you to our place?" "I wanted to take a vacation. Is this place usually this empty?" There was only one other man in this place, an old man that seemed drunk and babbled all by himself. He might have been crazy. "This place is usually full at nights. Why don't you come back then?" "I just might." "Good. But why a vacation here?" "I put my finger on a map and it was this place. So I said "why not?", you know?" "Yeah. Here's the drink." "Thanks." and downed it in an instant. She put the glass back on the counter and asked the bartender how much, but he said this was one the house if she came over tonight. She smiled and left. The guy made some phone calls afterward. As the sun set, the men came at the bar and everything was rowdy in there. She entered and everything stopped. Men glanced at her like she was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, and judging by where they were, it might have been true. One guy, the town stud if you may, came at her with arms a-blazing and she let down easily. As he kissed her, she rubbed his hands over his genitals and whispered into his ear "Take me to your place." The man looked like he caught fire because he put her in his car and broke the speed limit. Apparently, the town stud had ugly women before, and this was a step above for him. After reaching his house, he picked her and went with her on his arms. He then let her down, gently, on his bed while unbuckling his pants. He jumped at her and she hit him in the head with a book that was near the bed, knocking the man out. When he came to, the etching on his face told the whole story. The combination of fear and shock set in. "Please don't kill me." he yelled. But it was oblivious because a piece of duct was pulled from his arm, along with skin and meat, leaving only the bone. The person doing that was the Jill, but she changed into another being, made of duct tape. Somebody was found in one of the bathroom's of the train, but only the bones were there. The driver only skinless because she was in a rush. And this was the perfect time to make someone vanish from the face of the earth, leaving only his clothes. And all of this because she had a bad day.
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