The body in the road
There, in front of us, illuminated by the headlights was... Something. Something dreadful that had clearly been run over.

"Is it a cuddly toy?" asked Jane, peering through the windscreen, trying to make out what she saw there. "Oh," she said, horror on her voice, "I think it's an animal. Go and look."

I harboured no immediate plans to go and look, and told her so. For I am a coward of the first water, and I did not fancy putting some poor creature out of its misery above half.

"But what if it's somebody's pet? They'll need to be told, and... Oh god, I just saw it move."

I got out, and approached my quarry, fear heavy on my chest like funbags on a Katie Price. The ears on the thing twitched in the light breeze, just making the ordeal worse for me. Dog? Cat? Rabbit? Something eldritch and squamous and not of this world? Ugh...What's that big tear down its side? I can see its insides and... Oh my Christ it's awful... It's... It's a plastic carrier bag filled with rubbish and tied up with a bunny-ears knot.

All that fear wasted, I kicked it into the kerb.

And found it was full of kittens*.

*It was not full of kittens

Much longer version HERE which will make you SOIL YOUR UNDERPANTS WITH FEAR
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 13:52, 3 replies)

i'm not going to buy your book.

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 14:09, closed)

Good. GOOD.
We don't want your type.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 14:53, closed)

Great story, reminds me of the time I was coming home from a friends quite late on my bike and something happened.
(Benzyl, Sun 23 Dec 2012, 17:21, closed)