Before I tell this story, I want to give you a few background knowledge on me. I am tall for my age, about 6.3″, and I live down in South Dakota. I live in the wooded parts of South Dakota, so I know the area pretty well. I have one dog, and that’s about it. On my daily basis, I usually wake up, make a cup of coffee, eat breakfast, the normal stuff. But this day was like a day like no other.
I had been invited to a Birthday party at my friend’s house, where both now 29, and have a license for driving. I got a text from my friend, let’s call him Mike. Mike told me to be there in five minutes, and hurry because he wanted to show me something before the party started. I find my keys, and jump in the car. It’s about 2:30 PM, and I barely leave my driveway before an awful smell smashes into me. It is faint, but it’s still pretty bad. I just shrug it off, thinking its a skunk or something. As I leave my driveway, I get a text message from a friend who says he’s already at the house. I put the phone down, and start concentrating on the road. That’s when the smell gets worse, way worse. It smells like decaying fish guts, mixed in with duck poop.