As the captain lay there on his back with his eyes closed, all he could feel was cold all the way to his soul. He could also feel a cold evil, an evil not of this world, which made him all the more scared. He was shaking nonstop. There was a wet sucking, like something being pulled apart. He didn't even want to breathe. He could not believe he had pissed on himself. Lord God help me. It doesn't stop there... Now Captain Ed Long has to explain what has happened out on FM 240 road. He stood there beside the car thinking how the hell he was going to tell the dispatch when he called. It's new, it's hot

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