28 May 2012
Urban Legend
"I spy with my little eye something beginning with R". Susan said in a bored monotone voice. "O what a tough one, let me take a wild stab in the dark here, is it road?". Susan and Sam had been driving for what seemed like hours on there way to London from Manchester. They were off to see Ghost the musical at the West End followed by dinner and a hotel. The break was Susan's idea. Sam had been feeling down since the death of her husband a year ago, a massive heart attack whilst at work had put paid to any 'Happy Ever After' in Sam's life.
When Susan had brought up the idea Sam was a bit skeptical at first. She had not even left her house since Robert's untimely death and was feeling depressed. "You have got to snap out of this Sam, life goes on, Rob would want you to be happy". She would often say to her. It was pure coincidence and a little ironic that the only show they could get tickets for was Ghost. "This is Robs fault, he's laughing at us from the grave". Sam had said with genuine good humor which had seemed to lighten her mood a little.
"If I don't get coffee soon I'm going to fall asleep at this wheel". It had been Susan's idea to leave at night so they could avoid all the work traffic on the roads. "Theres a services in about five miles lets pull in there and get some coffee and a bite to eat and you can take a rest from driving, sorry I don't drive I could of helped a bit" Sam said with a sigh. "Don't be daft Sam, this is your weekend I wouldn't of let you drive, even if you could, I want you to have a bit of fun for once". Sam was a closed book as far as showing her emotions goes. She could cry herself to sleep every night, a sad film could make her a blubbering mess when she was on her own, but if she had company you could be forgiven for thinking she was a bit of an Ice Queen as far as showing emotions go. She was the only person with dry eyes at her husbands funeral. Everyone was saying how well she was coping, inside she was destroyed emotionally but she still couldn't show it.
Susan pulled into the services to get their much needed coffee. "Don't look now but I think those workmen over there are checking us out". Susan said as she ripped the top off the sugar packet and poured it into her Latte. Sam rolled her eyes into her head at Susan. "We are old enough to be their mothers, and besides there not exactly clean looking are they?". Susan looked over at the two workmen in their paint splattered overalls then back at Sam again. "Who wants clean? The dirtier the better as far as I'm concerned". After they had stopped laughing they cleared their table, paid their bill and got two more Latte's to go.
As they left the services Sam was trying to find a station with a good reception on the radio. "Get off my arse for fuck sake" Susan shouted at her rear view mirror. The two workmen from the services were right behind in their white transit van, flashing their lights and almost touching Susan's bumper. Sam looked over her shoulder at the van and could see the workman flapping their arms about and shouting in the van. "I think you had better put your foot down Susan they are either playing a prank or their fucking mental". Susan did indeed put her foot on the gas, but the trouble with having a Ford Fiesta is that when you put your foot on the gas it tends to make a lot of noise and not a lot of speed. The van kept flashing it's lights and at one point changed lanes and tried to undertake them. "Right hold on tight Sam I've got a plan". Susan yanked the steering wheel hard left over two lanes screeching onto the motorway turn off, the van, not anticipating this couldn't slow down in time to take the turning and had to continue along the motorway.
Susan was flustered and a little shook up and her hands were hurting from gripping the steering wheel tightly. "I've got to stop a minute I'm shaking, what the fuck were they playing at? They could of killed us". Susan said as she turned to look at Sam and couldn't quite believe what she was looking at. There was a gloved hand round Sam's mouth and a knife at her throat. In her view mirror she could see a man sitting in the back with a balaclava on dressed in black. "Keep driving and don't say a fucking word". He said in a don't mess with me kind of voice. "Your friends in the van were trying to warn you, they saw me hide in the back of your car, luckily for me and not you, you lost em.............
Ha ha you read it, well done you, please leave a comment good or bad. Also if anyone knows of any other urban legends please let me know, I'll write a story about the best ones......
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