My psycho, serial killer, horror movie villain father has been dead for a while. Once a year, from dawn to dusk, he is able to contact me from beyond by scratching messages in my skin. I have to do his bidding, or there will be dire, deadly consequences.
Today is that day. I have received a message and I head out with my sister to fulfill his wishes. I arrive at a businessman's grand house. It seems his apple trees did not bloom, and I have been instructed to switch out the apples to better his business. I do this and scratch a message back to Dad: "what next?" He replies: "YOU DON'T QUESTION ME."
My sister, a friend and I head into a biker bar to wait for more instructions. While in there, we reminisce over photos of us leaping naked off the bar roof last summer.
The End.
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