There's nothing I love more than that new car smell. I was on the highway after just leaving the dealership. It was a long and tedious process, but I was finally the proud owner of a new car. Well, it was the model from about two years ago, but I was happy about it all the same. And it didn't cost a ton of money either.
It didn't take me any more than about five minutes to get home. I pulled into the driveway in front of my apartment building and turned off the car. I sat with it for a few minutes, looking through all the compartments and exploring all the cool features and stuff it had built into it. My previous car was one from about twenty years ago, so the fanciest that one got was a radio and a CD player.
After the satisfaction wore off, I got out of the car and locked it. I admired it from the outside as I made my way to the front door and walked into my apartment.
I got comfortable on the couch, throwing off my shoes, and turning on the TV. There was some animal documentary on. I wasn't sure why, as I was never into those kinds of shows. I changed the channel, mindlessly scrolling through. There wasn't really a lot I wanted to watch.
It didn't take long for me to doze off, remote in hand. I guess it had been a more exhausting day than I'd thought. As I slept, I dreamt that I was in my new car, cruising down the highway. There was a semi-truck heading straight for me. I tried weaving and dodging, trying to miss it, but it just sped toward me, trying to hit me straight on.
I was awakened by the sound of a car alarm going off. I jumped up from my couch in a panic and opened my front door. Was someone already trying to break into my car? I noticed my car lights weren't blinking, so it wasn't my car. Shortly after, the sound stopped, letting me breathe a sigh of relief.
***
The next day, I was heading out to work. I crawled into my car and turned the key, a smile spreading across my face as the engine roared smoothly to life. I checked behind me as I pulled out. Then I shifted gears, and by that I mean took it out of reverse, and I headed to work in my new ride.
As I got out on the highway, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. That was, until I saw something in my rearview mirror. It was that same semi from my dream. It was red with lights shining directly at me. It was the middle of the day, so why did it have on its headlights?
I turned my head to look out the back window, but it was nowhere to be seen. Just the usual traffic.
I looked back at my rearview mirror and it was there once again, directly behind me, and getting closer. Was it trying to hit me?
Looking to the side windows, I took a peak behind me and I still saw that same truck. It was getting so close now, nearly hitting my bumper. What was this guy's problem?
I looked out the back window but it wasn't there. What the hell was happening? Am I losing my mind? Was the new car playing some twisted tricks on me?
Just then, I jolted forward as something smacked hard into the back of my car. I started swerving, leaving the cars on either lane honking at me. I tried to steady myself, to regain control and drive a bit faster to get away from this truck.
I looked to the rearview mirror again and the truck was speeding up, getting ready to hit me again. This time, I swerved into the next lane, which was thankfully clear.
I then stared in horror as the car that was once in front of me was now jolting forward violently as if an invisible force was ramming into the back of it. The car jolted again and flipped. I had to pull over. I didn't feel safe on this road. I pulled off to the shoulder, cars whizzing past me. Each of them slamming into something they couldn't see. Cars flipping and glass crunching and breaks slamming. All for the biggest car pile-up I'd ever seen...
It didn't take me any more than about five minutes to get home. I pulled into the driveway in front of my apartment building and turned off the car. I sat with it for a few minutes, looking through all the compartments and exploring all the cool features and stuff it had built into it. My previous car was one from about twenty years ago, so the fanciest that one got was a radio and a CD player.
After the satisfaction wore off, I got out of the car and locked it. I admired it from the outside as I made my way to the front door and walked into my apartment.
I got comfortable on the couch, throwing off my shoes, and turning on the TV. There was some animal documentary on. I wasn't sure why, as I was never into those kinds of shows. I changed the channel, mindlessly scrolling through. There wasn't really a lot I wanted to watch.
It didn't take long for me to doze off, remote in hand. I guess it had been a more exhausting day than I'd thought. As I slept, I dreamt that I was in my new car, cruising down the highway. There was a semi-truck heading straight for me. I tried weaving and dodging, trying to miss it, but it just sped toward me, trying to hit me straight on.
I was awakened by the sound of a car alarm going off. I jumped up from my couch in a panic and opened my front door. Was someone already trying to break into my car? I noticed my car lights weren't blinking, so it wasn't my car. Shortly after, the sound stopped, letting me breathe a sigh of relief.
***
The next day, I was heading out to work. I crawled into my car and turned the key, a smile spreading across my face as the engine roared smoothly to life. I checked behind me as I pulled out. Then I shifted gears, and by that I mean took it out of reverse, and I headed to work in my new ride.
As I got out on the highway, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. That was, until I saw something in my rearview mirror. It was that same semi from my dream. It was red with lights shining directly at me. It was the middle of the day, so why did it have on its headlights?
I turned my head to look out the back window, but it was nowhere to be seen. Just the usual traffic.
I looked back at my rearview mirror and it was there once again, directly behind me, and getting closer. Was it trying to hit me?
Looking to the side windows, I took a peak behind me and I still saw that same truck. It was getting so close now, nearly hitting my bumper. What was this guy's problem?
I looked out the back window but it wasn't there. What the hell was happening? Am I losing my mind? Was the new car playing some twisted tricks on me?
Just then, I jolted forward as something smacked hard into the back of my car. I started swerving, leaving the cars on either lane honking at me. I tried to steady myself, to regain control and drive a bit faster to get away from this truck.
I looked to the rearview mirror again and the truck was speeding up, getting ready to hit me again. This time, I swerved into the next lane, which was thankfully clear.
I then stared in horror as the car that was once in front of me was now jolting forward violently as if an invisible force was ramming into the back of it. The car jolted again and flipped. I had to pull over. I didn't feel safe on this road. I pulled off to the shoulder, cars whizzing past me. Each of them slamming into something they couldn't see. Cars flipping and glass crunching and breaks slamming. All for the biggest car pile-up I'd ever seen...
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