Just the other day, I went over to the old section of Red Town since I was tired of remaining cooped up indoors. Also, I knew that Red Town was a quaint, and more importantly, quiet part of town. It was 11 a.m. and the weather was pleasant, with maybe just a nip in the air. I felt clear-headed and cool, which always puts me in a good mood. I was alone, yes, but my cab was just around the corner, so I could call up the driver and ask him to pick me up any time I wanted to. I felt safe and secure on that street.
I watched a gray, furry tom cat twine himself around a broken lamp post. The cat looked so pleased with himself that his sense of well-being radiated towards me as well. I found a green wrought-iron park bench and sat there. I opened a book I’d brought along and started reading it. After a few pages, I looked up and saw an old couple walking past me. I saw them shuffling towards a truck that was parked ahead. I decided to close my book and walk toward the truck as well. When I reached the truck, I found that a gypsy was seated there with Kajal smeared around her eyes. She seemed to be a fortune teller of some sort. I decided to move ahead. After about 100 yards, I chanced upon a flea market. The man was half-asleep and he had a bedsheet covered with his wares. Some distance away, there was another bedsheet and some more wares. Curious, I went over to look. My heart skipped several beats and I felt some sort of throbbing and pounding. I broke into a sweat and started feeling dizzy. In front of me, partly covered, were several human skulls!
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