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Old 06-11-2010   #196
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Re: Pass The Ghost Story

The truck sped toward them. The headlights blazed brighter. Closer. Closer still.
It took a moment for them to realize they were in imminent danger.
Jack, who stood in the center of the group, launched into "hero" mode, yelling "Everyone out of the way!!!!!" as he waved his arms to push his friends aside. When his arms flailed and hit nothing but air, he glanced around and realized that Quick and the girls had already rolled, jumped, charged out of the truck's path.
This left Jack in the middle of the road, flailing his arms and shuffling his legs in what could have become a new dance move for the severely epileptic.

After they escaped to the side of the road--within the span of the seven seconds of this entire event--the conversation went like this, with everyone talking over each other:
Quick: Everyone okay?
Mary: Who's in that crazy truck?
Kerry: Jack! Come on!
Nina: Is Jack dancing or having a seizure?
Quick: Hey Ja-!

They all braced for the *thud* by briefly closing their eyes.
No thud. The tires squealed as the truck skidded to a stop fifteen feet away. And Jack wasn't splattered all over the road. Instead, he was lying perfectly still on his back, body straight as an arrow.
Nina kept her eye on the truck as the others moved to check on Jack.
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