Monday, December 01, 2008

whose woods these are

We drove through the cold and foggy night, winding down an unfamiliar highway through sporadic towns we do not know. The child was in the backseat happily ensconced in the magic that is the portable DVD player (judge me if you will but I couldn't care less, that thing is the moniest money of all) and we sat in front with the heater on low telling stories. You might think we'd be all storied out by now and to a large degree we are, as any couple who's been around for years we've already heard the good ones at least once if not four or five times. Tonight was different, we were telling ghost stories.

It's getting good and creepy when we come around the bend and the fog is thick. We see something off to the side up ahead and startled I say slow down and J hits the brakes. It's a person we realize but aren't saying out loud. A person standing so still he looks like a tree.

I'm scared now, my heart is racing and I lean behind me to push M's door lock down. She glances up from her video induced coma and lights flickering in her eyes she smiles and her eyes dart back to the screen.

Do I stop J says and we are just upon him now and I swear, I swear I see a knife. This man creature lifts his arm and it glints in the moon. I grab the phone and no service blinks back at me and I say what the hell is that we can't we need to keep going don't stop but J slows down even more as I am yelling at him to go. It's surreal in this moment, a premise for a bad slasher flick unfolds before us and I am just the girl in the car waiting for the guy not to be a cowboy.

The man is outside our window now, his face looks calm and eery, he stares right at me and lifts his hand and I start to scream. He grabs for the door handle and as he opens his mouth I see his teeth, they are filed to tiny points and am screaming go go go.

Ok none of that really happened. It's like April Fools around here. That's all.

PS. I told you we were telling ghost stories, one you might have heard had you been there in the car as long as we promised we'd be able to hermetically seal your child's ears with dvd earplugs before freaking each other out.

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13 comments:

Cathy said...

Awesome.

Omaha Mama said...

Yikes. I have a love/hate with scary stories. I won't watch horror movies, but still love a good scare now and then. Am home without Hubs tonight, all night, and now am creeped out and glancing out my window. So thanks for that. :0)

kristen said...

i love me a good ghost story. yours reminds me of the urban legend that circulated around LA when i was growing up...about the hook lady, whose hook scratched the top of the car all night in the fog...

flutter said...

but was he scraping the top of the car with his hook hand? was he?!

Defiantmuse said...

dude, you totally had me going. I was thinking, wtf?? lol

Karen said...

OMG, my heart was beating faster and faster the further I read. I can't believe you got me with that story!

meno said...

You coulda dried him off in the microwave.

Magpie said...

You one crazy wench!

Kyla said...

Good one.

Portable DVD players are awesome.

Ally said...

After you seriously duped me on April Fools (afterbirth clean up on aisle 4, please!) I am pleased to say that this time I was not fooled.

But you still managed to speak the truth here. The portable DVD for road trips is indeed the moniest of money.

kgirl said...

oh fer chrissake, jen - not before i've had my coffee, woman!

Mad said...

PSYCH!

Got me.

Gwen said...

You two crazy kids!