Dancing on the Dashboard - A creepy story that may leave you scared of hula dancers ^_^
Chester Miller loved to experiment with GPS systems and inanimate objects. I should know this especially, even though I have been cast aside as a disappointment. Sitting at the bottom of a giveaway box, I decided to try out the car crash finder on my GPS. “There is a crash in your area.” I crackled to life like an old-fashioned radio. Chester whipped his head around. “What the heck? Thought this thing didn’t work” Chester muttered. He snatched me from the bottom of the box and flicked my grass skirt. Swaying back and forth, I spoke again. “Car crash sighted in area.” I announced. “Let’s see if there really is…” Chester snatched his car keys from a metal hook and scrambled out the door to the garage. The leathery dashboard of his car grew warmer as we drove on and I danced. “Car crash in area.” “Great.” Chester grinned, probably imagining what a fortune I could make. A car decal and a GPS? Consumers love tacky yet useful antiques. “Car crash in one mile.” I stated. C...