This afternoon I was sitting in my car minding my own business when suddenly the world around me went white. It was a bit disconcerting to begin with because the car started to get bumped and I could just make out something coming towards me. It reminded me of a scene from the horror movie "Mist" based on a Stephen King Novel. You could barely see in front of you and then the next minute ... BAM ... a horrible creature jumps out at you and if you were the unlucky actor whose name showed on the credits at number 12 then you were most likely cut in half or dragged away to a horrible death. With my mind racing my heart started to pump faster to keep up.
Slowly the fog around me started to dissipate leaving my car wet with beads of moisture. To my right I saw a young teenage man pointing a gun at me. He had curly blonde locks and deep blue piercing eyes. His smile was sadistic in the knowledge that he had me cornered. I couldn't go anywhere, the car would not move and the doors were jammed shut. All I could do was sit there, watching his little performance until (for what seemed like an eternity) he lowered the gun and walked away.
A sudden gust of wind blew towards the car. It was so strong it tore at the moisture on my car and sent it fly in all directions. Slowly my car came to life again, and with my heart in my throat I managed to drive away safely.
Hey you sit long enough in car wash you start to imagine things to keep you occupied. So sue me! By the way the gun was the vacuum cleaner with a rather interesting looking nozzle.
4 comments:
Strange but true I have never been able to make myself go through the car wash!
Please don't do that to me again! I was reading with growing horror!
I think my heart has stopped pounding now.
Me too Ruth. I am thankful that Kerin has an imagination, but like you it scared me too. I sure do not want to lose our Kerin girl.
Love ya
Hi! My name is Leanne and that was LOL Hysterical! Prior to laughing though I was sitting on the edge of my seat in horror and awe and wonder.
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