It was the night before Halloween and I was sleeping soundly in my own warm bed when suddenly I rolled over and fell out with a thud! I awoke to find myself on a dismal dark wet deserted city street!
“What place is this?” I asked myself. “I must be dreaming.”
I picked myself up and began to walk cautiously toward the only light I could see about two blocks away past the piled up trash and darkened buildings. As I passed an old dumpster, there, in a doorway, sat an old woman with a tattered old trench coat and a scarf tied around her head and under her chin.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Need some cash?” she replied.
“I just want to know where I am. I am not asking for money?”
“You will be!” she cackled. “You will be.” She began to laugh insanely and as she looked up at me her eyes glowed with little green dollar signs and her skin turned the color and texture of green mold and she began to give off a putrid odor that could only come from hell. “Your favorite color, Frog?” She continued to laugh out loud.

I walked away almost running down the street toward the light. I approached an intersection where a dim street lamp still barely glowed. Just then my cell phone rang.
“Hello!”
“Need some cash?” It was her and that laugh. How did she get this number?
“No!” I shouted.
“Oh no?” she squawked. “Turn around!”
I spun around and walking towards me was at least two dozen men with blank stares wearing cheap polyester leisure suits and bad toupees. They were almost chanting over and over. “He owes us money. Get his money. Pay up now.” I began to run down the street and around the corner. Face to face with the old woman again.
“Cash? Need cash?”
I pushed her out of the way and kept running until I saw another group of them coming from the other direction,
“We can smell your cash.” One of them yelled. “Cash!”
I turned to run the other way and I realized I was boxed in. They drew closer and closer. I spotted an alley and ran down as fast as I could. I could see a train stopped at the end. My lungs felt as if they were going to burst. As I got closer I could hear the conductor yelling “Board!’
I ran and stretched to reach and just as the train was pulling out I grabbed the handle as the conductor shouted. “All aboard for Cash Call!”
It was too late! The train was moving too fast for me to jump off.

tb be continued......

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You have missed your calling Frog

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Not yet!

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Tomorrows preview. The conductor on the Cash Call train asks for Frogs routing number. He runs toward the back of the train and finds a car with upside down strap hangers with their pockets turned inside out!

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That was Great!!

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Thanks. Please come back for chapter two. Some of you may find yourselves in cameo roles!

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Oh, frog! I'm dying here! :lol: So very awesome! I'm anticipating the rest of the story! Loving it! You are the master, frog! :wink:

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frog...you continue to amaze all of us!! What an interesting and charming person you are...I can't tell you how glad I am to have you here!!

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omg Frog that was sooo cool

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Oh! Great! Now I am inspired! Thanks

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When we left off yesterday I was trying to escape from the payday loan witch and the collection zombies after falling out of bed and landing on a deserted city street. I ran down a dark alley to escape to find a train just leaving the station. Pulling my self aboard I realized that I had jumped on the Cash Call train and it was too late to jump off. Now the Night of the Living Debt continues..

I climbed the short stairs into the old train car and sat in the last seat in one of the middle cars. I could see a few heads in the seats in front of me and in the next car also. I could see the conductor, a very tall gaunt man in uniform, approaching each person and heading in my direction. He finally came to my seat.
“Checking account and routing number please.” He demanded politely.
“Excuse me.” I said.
“I need your checking account and routing number.” He became a little stern.
“ I am not giving that to you.” I said firmly.
“That is up to you.” he replied. “But, until you do you will never get off the Cash Call train.” He went on to the next car.
Meanwhile I sat still trying to rest after getting winded. I figured that the train had to stop eventually and I would just get off. I started to doze. It could have been minutes or maybe a half an hour when I heard a voice from the car behind me.
“Next stop. Pay Day Plaza.”
Then the conductor came into my car.
“Next stop. Pay day plaza.”
The train slowed to a whooshing halt. Through the window I saw people at counters, similar to the car rentals at airports. Each one had a sign. One said Pay Day OK another said Pay Day Select and yet another said Pay Day Today. There was no one at any of the counters besides the person in attendance. Suddenly from across the floor a small army of those leisure suit zombies came staggering toward the train. They boarded the car in front of me. Some of them pulled a woman from her seat and took her off the train and the others started to enter my car.
One looked directly at me. He was so close I could see his rotten teeth as he said in a monotone voice.“Cash! I can smell your cash.” I got up and ran through the car behind me. I pushed past a couple of them in that car and ran into the next. I was shocked by what I saw. There were a dozen men and women hanging upside down by their. The men had their pockets turned inside out and the womens handbags had been dumped on the floor. I had to keep running as much as I wanted to help. I ran into the dining car.
The dining car was empty except for a young dark haired woman sitting I a booth alone.
I yelled to her.
“Get up and run! We have to get off this train now!”
“But I want to try the fish with the sauce buerre blanc. Someone told me it was excellent here.”
“Get up now!” I insisted.
“I will get it to go!”
“No you won’t, and get rid of that volleyball.” I demanded
By then the leisure suit goons were entering the dining car. The woman jumped up, hit the one with the bright blue suit in the head with the ball and she was out of that car before his wig hit the floor. He bent over to pick it up causing a pile up of polyester. I caught up with her at the end of the train. By then the train was starting to move.
“Now what do we do?” the woman asked looking at the moving tracks below.
Before I could answer, a riding mower pulling a lawn cart was racing along side the train at an amazing rate of speed. It was being driven buy a pug dog with a weiner dog riding shotgun.
“Jump into the car!” the dachshund shouted.
The pug added, “First tell us what state you live in, how much you borrowed and …. Just kidding! Jump!”
“There is a bridge coming up,” the dachshund shouted. “Jump now!”
’The woman jumped and landed safely in the cart and now it was my turn. All 225 pounds of me was going to jump from a train to a cart at 40 MPH while the bridge was only seconds away.
“Well here goes!”

To be continued…….

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ROFL!!!!! Lovin it Frog!!! Awesome!

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I love our cameos!

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Thanks Volley. I hope I get more people to read it because I have so much fun writing it. I already have the next part in my head and I have my next cameos already picked.

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that is a good scary halloween movie

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