Rissa Montanez

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1,190 appearances 7 recordings 1 series first heard Apr 2026 last heard 17 Sep

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Creepy · Traffic Stop & I Left the Scene of an Accident · 14 May 2026 podcast

I hate to say that my mind was more on my reluctance to leave the store's air conditioning than it was on what awaited me in the car.

I drove a little way down the road, until I found good cover.

There, I parked, moved my seat back, and threw a sweatshirt onto my lap.

The sweatshirt had the logo of my girlfriend's college, and I thought on her tenderly for a moment, just before gripping the first tooth with the pliers and pulling.

It came out, raw and bloody at the bottom, but I dropped it onto the sweatshirt before gripping the next one.

By the time I had all 31 removed, the oval they'd formed around the car's emblem had been replaced by open, bleeding sockets.

I wiped the teeth off and threw them in my pocket, before pressing the sweatshirt to the steering wheel, trying to staunch a little of the blood which seeped down over the black leather.

I pulled back onto the road and drove, although I could feel blood drip occasionally onto my leg.

The next time I looked down, I was greeted by the sight of empty, socketed, weeping gums press through the steering wheel.

as though they would swallow the silver lettering at the center.

I pulled to the side of the road again, and this time, pulled out my pocket knife.

I cut through the gums, slicing away lashings of the gingivite, and these I dropped into the sweatshirt, intending to throw the bleeding strips into the brush.

But then, I hit bone.

It seemed the jaw was fully intact, and my pocket knife was just not up to the task.

I almost think I would have left it, were it not for the fact that it kept growing.

Soon, an entire lower jaw was inching forward, its skin form joined by the upper as they crept toward my heart.

I pulled onto a small road and ran the car up against a telephone pole, gently, to avoid deploying the airbag.

I didn't want to see just what would shoot out if I did.

I had a can of gasoline in the trunk, something I'd forgotten to take out before beginning my little road trip, and I doused the car, inside and out, before setting the sweatshirt on fire with a lighter and throwing it onto the roof.

The car was engulfed in flames within minutes, and I could hear a blood-curdling scream coming from the inside, followed by a pounding against the hood.

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