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When I was about ten years old, my family and I were driving our van from Arkansas to New York to visit my grandparents. My father is one of those drivers who will drive, stop for a few hours to rest, then start driving again ( or let Mom drive). We pulled over in a rest area or something to get out, stretch, walk the dog, etc. Dad decided this was a good place to get a few hours rest, so sis and I went to lay down in the back of the van. We hear this strange sound, and something hits the ceiling. We start freaking out, and my dad says its nothing. Next thing we know, my mom, sitting in the passenger seat, feels something moving around her down near the console area. She opens the door, and starts screaming her head off..
a bat had somehow flown into the van and was trying to get out.
I stay far away from them since...
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