I walked out of the bar to the dim lit parking lot. I got in my yellow BMW and put the key in the ignition. Just then my cell phone beeped. A new text message was delivered. I opened the phone and read the message. “Nice BMW. I like the color, but mine is blue.” As I read the message a blue BMW drove past me out of the parking lot onto the desolate wooded road.
I was confused and a little disconcerted. Maybe that was Irena from the bar, but couldn’t remember giving her my phone number. I put the car into first and pulled out onto the narrow road taking a right.
I must have been spaced out for a long time, but when the first police cruiser whirred past me it was daylight again. The flashing lights and loud siren caught me off guard. I drove on until three more cruisers past me at high speed.
It must have been midday by now. The hot sun hung over the sky above. I drove on until I passed a police blockade. There were lines of cop cars on the right side of the road. The policemen were out of the car pistols drawn squatting behind the open doors. To the left was an old house. They let me drive by unhindered.
The whole episode was beginning to put a strain on me. Then deep within the pit of my stomach a strange compulsion began to grow. I drove on down the road until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled the car over the right side of the road and got out. To the left were another row of houses. The one on my immediate left was on top of a little hill. I started to walk up to the house. As I drew closer I noticed the house was dilapidated. The whole structure was slanting left to right. The wood paneling looked slashed apart. I continued up the hill and when I reached the house I looked into the open doorway and saw to giant bloodstains on the wall. The spattered blood was fresh. I ran away to the left side of the house. I wanted to get through around back to the other side but it was blocked.
My body finally succumbed to shock and I awoke in my bed terrified from yet again, another nightmare.