8 weeks ago I had foot surgery and we were going to visit my parents for Christmas. The surgery prevented me from driving and we usually split the 4 hour drive between us, so Hot Carl had to drive the whole 4 hours by himself.
So we are about 1 1/2hr outside of KC and my bandages were to tight & my toes were going numb. We pulled off the highway in Small Town, Mo to loosen them.
We pulled into the 1st shop & it said Feedlot. It used to be a restaurant now it is a vintage store and it was closed. It had the creepiest vibe ever. We pulled around the side & there was a house behind it with a bunch of little crosses in the lawn. Like a little grave yard. I asked Hot Carl if he wanted to go somewhere else.
He said no we will work fast. So he fixes my foot while I was look out for creepers. Strangest vibe seriously. He worked quick taking my surgery boot off, then my sock and the bandages. He re-wrapped my foot, put my sock and boot on & we are back on the road.
It looked like a scene out of Texas chainsaw massacre. Clothes hanging on a line. Tables and chairs for sale covered in snow. A mannequin naked in the window staring at us. Super creepy.
So I text all this to Chl, Ginger, Mad Dog and Spider Lady.
Chl responds: And the recluse/serial murderer inside looks out of the dirty front window as you pull back onto the highway and screams to his pet crow, "DAMMIT MOLLY THAT ONE GOT AWAY!"
Me: Oh too true. Or they called ahead to the rest stop crew & said be on the look out for a plump blueberry (What we call Hot Carl's car). One has a limp & should be easy to catch.
Mad Dog: Super Creepy!
Me: Oh you said crow not crew. Hard to read in a moving car with sun blinding me. I am not driving.
Mad Dog: Tell your Mom n Pop Merry Christmas. Hope ya’ll have a great time.
Me: Will do.
Spider Lady : 1. No pictures so we can identify this killer?
2. I think you forgot about the part when the killer writes down the license plate number so he/she can find you and make sure you don’t tell. Or the crow if flying after you!
Me: If we are brave enough we will stop & take a picture on Sunday on the way home.
We were not brave enough to stop on the way back. So far no crows, crews or serial killers have found us.