Something is haunting my friend’s car

It was the beginning of the summer and I had just turned 18 years old. I called up my friend, let’s call him Mike, because I wanted him to come over so we could go to Walmart and I could by my first knife on my own being 18 and all.

He came over and I bought my knife and decided to buy a couple of cigars too just for the hell of it.

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