It was a cold and eerie night. The full moon was shining like a spotlight in the sky. Jeffery was driving his truck across the highway. He had been paid to ship some cargo. However, there was one condition: he could not look inside to what it was.
At first, Jeffery had no problem with this. It seemed weird, but money was money. However, Jeffery slowly became curious about the contents of the crates he was hauling. What was in there? Why wasn’t he allowed to see it? His curious grew and grew until it was eating at him like a pack of ravenous wolves. Eventually, it overcame him and he decided to look.
Jeffrey stopped at a local motel in middle of nowhere. He opened the back of his truck and approached one of the crates. Slowly and carefully, Jeffery removed the cover one of the crates. Inside he was greeted by some watermelons.
Jeffrey looked at the fruit dumbfounded. He had scared himself over nothing. Jeffrey placed the cover back on the crate without properly sealing it. He closed the back of his truck and went to his room for some rest.
However in the middle of night, a sound woke him up. He heard a large thump in his truck. Jeffrey rushed to the truck. He shined a flashlight into the truck, but saw no one side. Jeffrey decided to investigate further and entered the truck. He saw one of the crate had fallen over. However, the watermelons were missing. He couldn’t even see some smashed bits. This seemed odd to Jeffrey.
He was shaken out of his train of thought by the sound of another crate falling over. Jeffery went to investigate the sound. This time he saw the watermelons. However, they were rolling towards him. There was no visible force making these watermelons move. It was like the fruit was moving of its freewill. Jeffrey was backing away from this site.
Soon, Jeffrey heard the sound of crates falling all around him. With every sound, more and more watermelons rolled toward him. Jeffrey tried to get out of the truck. However, he tripped on a melon. Soon, the watermelon rolled toward his body. They began to climb on top of each other thus forming a pile. Soon, the pile grew so big that it crushed his frail body.
The next day, the motel owner noticed the truck door opened. Upon peering inside, the owner notices numerous broken crates. However, it was otherwise empty. The owner called the police. They arrive and examined the scene. The police couldn’t find a trace of trucker or the cargo the crates were carrying.