An exhausted, lonely woman is driving her tired out child and adopted child along a windy, deserted road. One of those children is you.
A pour down of rain sends the both of you children asleep to sleep. "And ....latest weather....blah....warning....fo...zzar..." and the radio has just jumped to life. "Oh Mum! Why did you do that?" "It was....." you cry.
"Quiet, you know hat I just heard? Another fog warning".
'Huh! Fog!! We shouldn't of bought that house" moans Bob.
"Just over the next hill is the fog. I'll slow down."
The pale swirling fog encloses around them like a mouth, a mouth of danger.
"This is Radio Myth, 59.6Fm. Along the SH(, 1996, a car was reported to have crashed into a tree. The man inside is said to haunt the area."
"Mum! I'm scared!" cried Bob.
"Oh, come on, it's only a story."
Somewhere is the only noise apart from the sudden lash of howling wind. The howling of a hundred wolves at the the dead of night.
Three hours later...
"Wake up Mum, Quickk!" you cry.
"Hmm, What? Oh! I must of fallen asleep at the wheel! I guess I should turn on the radio!" The woman is shocked at finding herself staring at the steering wheel. "Oh I really do wish we were at home. Right, map please Bob! Bob? Oh, the dears, they fell asleep! Now, I'll turn onto the dual carriageway.
The lady spun the slippery sterring wheel to change into the dual carriageway and she signed in relief. The dense thick fog mad ethe air almost completely covered so it was extremely hard to see through. She vaguely remembered that the skidded, black and white road led up to a steep high hill just before her warm cosy home that she wishe she was already at.
The bumpy, twisted roads that led in every direction were almost completely empty, deserted. To herself, she muttered: "Gosh, poor kids. I'll take them home a bit slower so as not to wake them." The sudden, rocky bottom of the tiresome, tall hill was approaching fast. The old fashioned, round steering wheel whirled left ways and the car jerked onto the other slower lane.
Suddenly, a thin, weak voice seemed to whisper faintly in her peirced ear. "Get back in the faster lane." It was so faint and almost un-hearable, that the lady simply continued on in the slower lane, trundling along asually as though nothing had made a sound other than the blaring advertising radio.
Then again, "Get back into the faster lane! Or you will be next "
But this time it was stronger and more urgent.
Seconds later, she swerves into the right hand lane and suddenly, a group of ghostly people are dragging the victim of a car crash out beside her car. This could have been worse she thinks.
You were saved at the last moment.
A pour down of rain sends the both of you children asleep to sleep. "And ....latest weather....blah....warning....fo...zzar..." and the radio has just jumped to life. "Oh Mum! Why did you do that?" "It was....." you cry.
"Quiet, you know hat I just heard? Another fog warning".
'Huh! Fog!! We shouldn't of bought that house" moans Bob.
"Just over the next hill is the fog. I'll slow down."
The pale swirling fog encloses around them like a mouth, a mouth of danger.
"This is Radio Myth, 59.6Fm. Along the SH(, 1996, a car was reported to have crashed into a tree. The man inside is said to haunt the area."
"Mum! I'm scared!" cried Bob.
"Oh, come on, it's only a story."
Somewhere is the only noise apart from the sudden lash of howling wind. The howling of a hundred wolves at the the dead of night.
Three hours later...
"Wake up Mum, Quickk!" you cry.
"Hmm, What? Oh! I must of fallen asleep at the wheel! I guess I should turn on the radio!" The woman is shocked at finding herself staring at the steering wheel. "Oh I really do wish we were at home. Right, map please Bob! Bob? Oh, the dears, they fell asleep! Now, I'll turn onto the dual carriageway.
The lady spun the slippery sterring wheel to change into the dual carriageway and she signed in relief. The dense thick fog mad ethe air almost completely covered so it was extremely hard to see through. She vaguely remembered that the skidded, black and white road led up to a steep high hill just before her warm cosy home that she wishe she was already at.
The bumpy, twisted roads that led in every direction were almost completely empty, deserted. To herself, she muttered: "Gosh, poor kids. I'll take them home a bit slower so as not to wake them." The sudden, rocky bottom of the tiresome, tall hill was approaching fast. The old fashioned, round steering wheel whirled left ways and the car jerked onto the other slower lane.
Suddenly, a thin, weak voice seemed to whisper faintly in her peirced ear. "Get back in the faster lane." It was so faint and almost un-hearable, that the lady simply continued on in the slower lane, trundling along asually as though nothing had made a sound other than the blaring advertising radio.
Then again, "Get back into the faster lane! Or you will be next "
But this time it was stronger and more urgent.
Seconds later, she swerves into the right hand lane and suddenly, a group of ghostly people are dragging the victim of a car crash out beside her car. This could have been worse she thinks.
You were saved at the last moment.
The End
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