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Thump-thumpThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Thomas Reynolds | |
| Tuesday, 22 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      It was a weekend of pure debauchery. Nineteen year old Derek was on a return trip to University in his old Jeep Cherokee; his mood as dark as the isolated road he traveled. The adage of wine, women and song couldn't begin to scratch the surface of this young man's lifestyle. Emotions were toyed with this weekend, experiments were boundless, and the music was hard; his only regret, not waiting until tomorrow to leave. The only views in Derek's sight were the cone shaped beams from his headlights, and black silhouettes of the Adirondack foot hills out of his side windows. He was wrapping up a call to a friend; "Dude, that was a weekend for the books," said Derek with a smirk lining his face. After ending the call he threw his phone onto the empty passenger seat; it bounced and landed on the floor. He didn't feel like reaching for it. Thump-thump...Thump-thump... The only noise that kept him company was the sound of his tires driving over the creases in the road. There was little or no radio reception up this way. Feeling a bit drowsy, he cracked the window open. Then to his relief his phone started humming. He shut the window, reached over to the floor while trying not to lose sight of the road, if only for a moment. Finally reaching it, the number on caller ID gave him a scare, "How did she get my number?" said Derek with a sigh. It was his conquest from last night. Without answering, the phone went back to the passenger seat again. Thump-thump...Thump-thump; again the only noise taunting his heavy eye lids into closing. Keeping his left hand on the wheel, he rubbed his face with the right trying to stimulate some energy. Then, with both hands on the wheel his driver's reflex made him glance in the rear view mirror. "WOAH, ****!" Screamed Derek at the top of his voice, with a pounding heart and a cold sweat! "Oh my God, Oh my God, I have to pull over, Oh God!" Gone just a quickly as she appeared, in the back seat of his jeep was an old woman staring back. It was no one he knew; expressionless other than a stern tilt in the eye brows. A pale complexion, black hair tied into a bun, and toothless grin gave her a menacing feel. Derek's still pounding heart kept time with the road bumps, but only louder. He found a rest stop and pulled over. Getting a grip on himself, Derek took a deep breath, shook his head as he rubbed his face, then got out of the car to enter the restroom. Filthy could not describe this place, it had the acidic smell of urine and vomit, and the only sound was the hum from the one working fluorescent light on the ceiling. The stall doors were covered in graffiti. He stood at the brown stained urinal and tried to hold his breath from the smell, standing as far away as he could to avoid any splash back. He went to wash his face to wake up. Half laughing he looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head. The laughter quickly ended, as he heard the hushed light laughter and whispering of another from the bathroom stall. Making his way out hurriedly with a concerned look, he turned to the sound of yet another whisper; "Derek." His heart nearly stopped; it was the woman. There she stood naked, with her bun let down; her skin, burnt and leathery, only the toothless grin made recognition possible. "Come with me Derek, its time." She said in light high pitched, melodic voice as she stretched her arms towards him. "OH ****!" said Derek; it didn't take much for him to react. He ran for the door. Bursting through the exit into the cool night mountain air, he fell to his knees. With the look of shock on his face, and his hands in his hair he saw that his car was gone! He had no choice, he ran back to the road. There were sirens in the direction he had come from. Derek would go get help, and he felt safe at last, even if it meant spending the night in the metal ward. He ran harder than he ever had before. His heaving chest burning and heavy; the bright lights were now in reach. He was still able to hear that sinister giggle looming behind. "My car...my car!" Said Derek; he thought nothing else could possible go wrong tonight. He realized he was wrong as he stood over his lifeless body; his car a heaping scrap pile. EMT's working tirelessly trying to revive him; "CLEAR!" commanded one of them as he thrust the paddles onto Derek's chest. He watched his own body arch in agony, and he could feel the electrical pulses through his whole body as he watched the men working. He looked behind him to see the wretched old woman laughing, now in a black dress, mockingly wiping a tear from her eye pretending to mourn. She rose off the ground slightly and effortlessly drifted to him, now with a stern look on her face and an awful screaming voice; "I SAID ITS TIME!" With that Derek felt his fear subside somehow as he looked to his body. He was drawn toward it, and laid down. Then with a tremendous gasp, he woke, covered in his own bodily waste, the bright sirens in his eyes! The EMT looked down on him with a kind light in his eyes and a smile of relief, "Welcome back buddy, looks like you're one of the lucky ones! You get a second chance at this!" Copyright 2008 Thomas Reynolds |
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