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State Trooper Tom Dewitt pulled up on what he thought was a vehicle that had gotten stuck in the snow and abandoned by its occupants. The vehicle was no longer running and he couldn’t see anyone inside.

He didn’t want to stop, fearful that his own car might become stuck as well. He drove slowly by, and craned his neck to look into the other car.

The two occupants were slumped toward each other, and from the blood splattered on the headrests, Tom knew the serial killer they called the Snowman had returned. What Tom did not know was that the Snowman was still there…

 

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Devil watched as the raggedy band of humans maneuvered through the narrow confines of the canyon below.

He could smell the death clinging to them. He knew they had not found the water and they were walking farther from it every minute.

In another mile or so, it would be too late. They would be at the mercy of the Black Canyon Pack. But Devil was not like the rest of the pack. He did not think it wise to make prey of humans.

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The Place of Bones. That is what the English prisoners called it. The Spanish had a more pleasant sounding name for it, but the English nickname stuck, and for good reason.

It mattered very little to the men inside, for they comprised their own nation, bound together in misery and released only by death.

But in 1682, John Deane was brought to the prison fortress. John was well-known among the Brethren of the Coast. He’d been caught and tried and sentenced to hang in half a dozen ports. Somehow John always managed to slip away. The men tried to tell him that this time it would be different.

John laughed and said, “Gentlemen, I’ve not come to steal away in the dark this time. No, we shall all leave together, and with all the Spanish gold we can carry.”

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The car was a 1954 Pontiac. Her first owner was Bill Keenan, a newspaper reporter for the Kansas City Star.

Bill drove the car home and his wife met him out on the front steps and shot him dead. She’d found out about Bill and his secretary.

Now, you can say that didn’t have anything to do with the car, and I guess you’d be right. Still, it seemed to have gotten the car off to a bad start. Over the years, she was owned by 13 people. Every one of those folks was murdered.

I don’t really consider myself to be superstitious, but I don’t see no reason to tempt fate, neither. That’s why I tried to talk Eric out of buying the car. It was useless, of course. He was in love with the thing. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Death for Sale”