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!
Ã¢â‚¬Å“What place is this?Ã¢â‚¬Â I asked myself. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I must be dreaming.Ã¢â‚¬Â
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.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where am I?Ã¢â‚¬Â I asked.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Need some cash?Ã¢â‚¬Â she replied.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I just want to know where I am. I am not asking for money?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“You will be!Ã¢â‚¬Â she cackled. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You will be.Ã¢â‚¬Â 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. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your favorite color, Frog?Ã¢â‚¬Â 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.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Need some cash?Ã¢â‚¬Â It was her and that laugh. How did she get this number?
Ã¢â‚¬Å“No!Ã¢â‚¬Â I shouted.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh no?Ã¢â‚¬Â she squawked. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Turn around!Ã¢â‚¬Â
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. Ã¢â‚¬Å“He owes us money. Get his money. Pay up now.Ã¢â‚¬Â I began to run down the street and around the corner. Face to face with the old woman again.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cash? Need cash?Ã¢â‚¬Â
I pushed her out of the way and kept running until I saw another group of them coming from the other direction,
Ã¢â‚¬Å“We can smell your cash.Ã¢â‚¬Â One of them yelled. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Cash!Ã¢â‚¬Â
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 Ã¢â‚¬Å“Board!Ã¢â‚¬â„¢
I ran and stretched to reach and just as the train was pulling out I grabbed the handle as the conductor shouted. Ã¢â‚¬Å“All aboard for Cash Call!Ã¢â‚¬Â
It was too late! The train was moving too fast for me to jump off.
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