It was a Dark and Stormy Night... (a story for Qanon) Low on gas, I had to leave the Interstate. The sun wasn't down yet, but thick clouds and distant lightning warned that night was coming fast and it was going to be real bad, real soon.  Not a gas station in sight as I drove down the county road. The tires hissed on the black misting rain. To my left, run down buildings and side streets with no lights. On my right a tall spiked fence was visible in the few working streetlamps.  It seemed to go on for miles.  A flash of lightning lit up a sign on a the fence. "Mena Psychiatriac Hospital". Creepy. Just then, I swerved to avoid something in the road. A twisted metal object the size of a flattened shopping cart and :::BANG::: I heard my tire blow. Swerving as the car slowed, I pulled off onto the shoulder, bumping over the last sewer grate in town and onto the grass. The last streetlamp was a block away, but thankfully provided enough light, dim and yellow though it was, to change the flat. The black iron fence ended just a few feet away turning 90 degrees to disappear into the night; nothing but woods beyond. Passenger side...rear tire...piece of cake to change. I opened the trunk and threw the spare onto the grass. Got the jack and tire iron out. Placed the jack on a firm ground and started to lift the car.  As soon as the jack was bearing most of the weight, I went to the tire and popped the hubcap off laying it in the grass like a bowl. The lugnuts were tight, but each one of the 5 creaked and broke in turn and spun off easily. I tossed them into the hubcap as they came off one by one.  I went back to the jack and raised it the rest of the way.   I pulled the flat off and threw it into the trunk. I grabbed the spare and worked it until the threaded studs poked through and reached for the hubcap. ...That was when I heard it laugh.  It came from the other side of the fence. A cackle, but soft and eerie. I froze. I looked through the wrought iron fence, but could see nothing in the darkening of night. Then a flash of lightning illuminated her. An old woman. Eyes of madness. Blood stained pant suit. She was kneeling next to the fence, clutching the metal bars with both hands. Looking directly at me with an insane grin.  She laughed at me. The shock caused me to kick away. Kicking the hubcap full of lugnuts across the storm grate and down into the sewer.  I jumped up and grabbed the tire iron, brandishing it like a weapon and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.  The minutes passed by. The storm was getting closer. The spare was on, but all the lugnuts were lost down the storm drain. I couldn't even take the car off the jack.  That's when I heard a hissing.  Like a giant snake. I got out of the car and bravely walked back to the fence. ...and there she was. In the darkness, all I could see was the terrible outline of that nightmare creature. Beaconing me closer with a twisted finger... whispering something. I walked closer, as though hypnotized,  to hear what she was saying.   "Take one lugnut off of your other  tires and use them on the spare." I looked through the fence and said, "That's a great idea! How did someone like you think of that?" She said, "I'm insane, not stupid."