Sam fumbled around with his keys as he tried to open his car door. It was far too cold outside to be fumbling around, but he could not help it. His fingers were numb from holding a slurpee from seven-eleven that his girlfriend Carol desperately needed.
“Fucking cunt,” he said as he finally opened the car door.
This was the last time he would run an errand for Carol ever again he thought.
But then again, he thought that every time he ran an errand.

Sam slipped the keys in, and turned on the ignition.
Or attempted to turn on the ignition.
“Fuck,” cried Sam as he heard his car whine.
Sam opened his car door again to face the bitter cold.
“Stupid fucking weather. Freezing my fucking pipes…”
Sam peered underneath his car to check out his pipes.
They were fine.
“Must be the engine,” he said as his breath left a trace in the air.
Sam lifted up his hood to see a weird wooden and yarn ensemble shaped into a body.
He picked it up and examined it.
In small letters someone had carved the word trunk into the side.