|Smartphone showing maps, Source: Wikimedia|
by Nigel G. Mitchell
Gerald Dempsey's frown deepened as he drove squinting into the darkness. "This doesn't look right at all."
The GPS on his phone said, "In five hundred feet, your execution will be on the right."
Gerald shook his head. "'Execution? Now I know this thing is broken.'"
"In one hundred feet, your execution will be on the right."
Gerald felt a chill as he pulled up to an abandoned building. "What in the--"
"Your execution is on the right."
Gerald turned to the passenger window and screamed as a hideous creature burst through the glass.
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