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Startled, I ignored the discomfort I was feeling and staggered towards the jar. When I reached to pull the bag, I couldn't move it at all, as if something was pulling at it from the jar.

When I looked into the jar, my God, the old man was sitting with his eyes closed, looking very pale. The jar seemed to be filled with pickled vegetables and a strong sour smell was not even on the old man's neck