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Man, tonight was very interesting...to say the least.

John and I went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner. It was great. We spent the majority of the time talking about kids' names and when we were born and how we can't wait to have children of our own. Then, after dinner, we went to the International Auto Show at the Carolina First Center in Greenville. It was a little freaky at first because as we were walking toward the building, we passed a dead cat that was randomly lying in the parking lot. It was...fossilized...

Anyway, the car show was awesome. All the cool cars were there, and we picked out our favorites and took lots of pictures. But as we were leaving, my mom called to tell us not to take the interstate home because somebody had fallen off a bridge at my grandmother's exit, and that there were cops everywhere and traffic was really backed up. How freaky is that? Well, on the way back to the car, John and I were talking about the accident, and we made the connection between it and the fossilized cat: the cat was a bad omen.

So, when we left the car show, we decided to drive down to the scene of the accident. There were still cops everywhere, and traffic was still a little backed up. We pulled over to a nearby gas station and walked up to the bridge. Yeah, the bridge that the person fell from. We couldn't see any traces of the body, though. Obviously, the police had already taken care of everything by the time we got there. It was still freaky though. It was cold and windy, and the sky was colored with reddish-gray clouds so there weren't any stars, and the roar of the interstate just seemed so ominous over everything else.

We walked back to the car after the cops left and everything was all cleared up. But, as we were walking on the sidewalk back to the car, some random guy came up behind us and tried to talk to us. Needless to say, given the circumstances, we did not pay him any attention. We just went back to the car as quickly as possible. And after we left the gas station, we ended up taking Frontage Road to get back to Powdersville. The first half was fine, but when we tried to get on the other side - the other half of Frontage Road - we got all turned around. We ended up passing a really creepy old bridge beside some railroad tracks, and then we ended up at a dead end. So we went back the other way, and ended up having to turn around again. Finally, we figured out that we had to go under the really creepy old bridge to stay on Frontage Road. It was just so confusing. But finally, we ended up at Waffle House telling our waitress about the whole thing.

Tonight was great, but it ended up being so creepy. It was like something out of a movie. A cheesy 80s-style horror movie, maybe. But it was still creepy. And I can't help but think about the person that fell off the bridge. There are so many 'what if's' involved in that. What if we had been on the interstate, right there when it happened? What if we'd been driving by and had seen the person fall? What if - just what if? And the cat just had to be the bad omen. It just had to be. I mean, why else would we come across a dead, cold, fossilized cat in a dark parking lot behind some random building late at night? It obviously meant something. Then again, John and I may have just been over-analyzing things. But no, I think the cat really was an omen. And the bridge accident - although freaky enough itself - only set the theme for the rest of our evening. The whole thing was just plain spooky.

Ok, I think I've freaked myself out enough for one night. Just thinking about it all is giving me chills. So, I'm gonna call it a night. But I will post again tomorrow, I'm sure.

Goodnight.