My Not-Very-Scary, Scary Story

My and my sister were driving down the road, specifically State Street.…

My and my sister were driving down the road, specifically State Street. The car infront of us was lethargic, acting sluggish like they always do. My sister gets in the turn lane and starts riding his bumper, I told her to back off but she didn’t. Then, bang, it all happened in a flash. the car stopped abrubtly and the hood crunched up, and the frame scraped and ground against the cold, black asphalt. Then the stop light down the road switched to green. Cars started racing by in either direction. There was smoke. The smell of fluid on the blisteringly hot engine. My brain was going faster than I knew. My sister was crying. We need to get off the road, I thought. The engine started to sputter. Choking and spitting like it was sick with a deadly disease. In the distance I see I break in traffic. “If you want to get off the road it’s now or never.” I said, reassuring her. She steps on it and we pull into the closest parking lot. The car coughs twice and the belt grinds to a stop. Just in time.