Macabre

6. Bins

The couple had gotten a flat tire, and, lucky for them, they had gotten the flat tire right next to a junk yard.

They had asked for help from the hillbilly man who owned the junkyard, and he had sent a few of his workers to fix their tire.

Now, they held hands as they strolled through the junkyard. It was separated into lots and lots of bins. One bin held wrenches, another held tires, and another one held steering wheels.

"This man is a very organized junkyard owner," the woman commented. Her male partner agreed with a hum and a nod, and they continued on their way.

The bins seemed to stretch for miles, so they turned and headed back to see what the progress was on their flat tire.

Except there was no progress. The workers were taking their car apart!

"Hey!" Yelled the man, "That's our car, what are you doing?!"

The workers said nothing. They turned to the couple and started walking towards them. Scared, the woman clung to her husband in fear.

The three workers cornered them against a pile of bins. They reached out, their hands pulling the couple's clothing. They both fought, but it was no match. The woman and the man both lost their clothing, and they both ran off.

They were separated, however, each only able to escape in opposite directions.

The woman, wearing only undergarments, ran through the piles of bins, but is stopped when she can go no further; the bins block her path.

These bins did not hold car parts, though. One held shirts, another held shoes. Backing up, she began to piece everything together.

She tripped over a bin and fell into a different one. The one she fell into was filled with... Wet ping pong balls?

No. They were not wet ping pong balls. They were eye balls.

Her scream could be heard for miles away.

Another scream was heard a few hours later, as she, too, followed the fate of her car. The male, her husband, was never found, by the workers or anyone else.