Thankfully, neither vehicle was going fast, so it was a relatively low-speed collision. Uninjured, Heather left her car to check on the other driver.
Looking into the window of the van, she recoiled in horror. The windscreen was smeared in blood, pieces of flesh covered the dashboard and what looked like internal organs were lying on the passenger seat.
It was only as she staggered backwards in shock, that she noticed the writing on the side of the van.
“Thompson’s Meat Supplies.”