A trip in the VW Bug
Posted by 2tired2run
Date Posted: 02/24/2011

I live a good thirty minutes from my college, so I never found it necessary to pay for a dorm. Being that the majority of students that attend my college live on campus, they have no use for cars and therefore the parking lots of the campus are mainly for the professors and students who commute.

The entrances of all the parking lots have a security guard post containing one or two guards all hours of the day. Due to recent thefts on campus, the guards are not allowed to let cars leave or enter the parking lot after 11 pm. It never seems to be a problem seeing as the schools last class runs only until 9:30 pm.

My day passed like any other. I woke up at 5 am, got into my VW Bug and arrived at school at six. I went to all of my classes and by 7 pm at night I was home for dinner. It wasn't until I went into my room to go to sleep that something starting bothering me.

I had an intense feeling of being watched. I usually am aware of such things when they first start happening, but up until then, I went through my day completely oblivious to the sense of being watched. I looked around my room neither seeing nor hearing anything strange. But having grown up with a frightening knowledge that things such as demons and ghost do exist, I wasn't able to sleep.

At 2 am in the morning I almost gave up my effort to sleep, but then I was thrown back against the headboard and hit my head against the wood. The impact knocked me unconscious. For some reason I began to have a dream. In the dream I was thrown into the back of my car, my body was hurled over the front seats and slammed into the backseats.

Being such a small car, my head slammed against the window. I felt no pain but I knew I was hurt. I heard arguing outside the car, before flames and screams seemed to engulf the car. The smell was foreign to me, but I could feel the scent burning my lungs. I heard a demonic voice angrily demand the two arguing to move. Through the flames I saw the lesser minions bow in respect to a hulking black shadow. As they parted, the shadow walked towards the car.

It shook as the shadow folded inside the space. I watched as the shadow took on the features closely to those of a man. His skin was had a reddish tint, and black veins ran up and down his arms and along his back and neck. His eyes and ears were pointed and he had horns like a rams which protruded from his bald head. He wore a yellow teethed smile and the sharp points of his fangs emanated pain.

When the flames died down and darkness took its place I asked what he wanted. He responded with a growl that echoed off the metal walls of the Bug. As the car moved at painfully slow speeds the demon looked back at me. His completely white edge with a thin black outline probed my eyes. I sat unable to blink. He proceeded to ask me questions in a language I could only presume to be Latin. I recognized about two words meaning death and burning.

Then from Latin he spoke French, then Spanish, then what I believe to be German then Russian, finally he spoke English. He seemed to grow more impatient as he had to switch his language.

As he spoke he told me things about my childhood which I spent years blocking out. He wanted to hurt me, break me down by forcing me to relive my past.

I didn't talk, I didn't move and it wasn't until I tried to talk or move that I realized I couldn't. He asked me many things about different areas of my life, though it was obvious he knew the answers.

The car came to a halt and I slammed into the seat in front of me. My nose started bleeding and my jaw popped out of place. He grabbed me by the face, placed one hand on my head and one took my jaw and with a quick flick of the arm he popped my jaw back into place. He brought my face to his and with a voice unlike any I have ever heard, he told me he'd be back on my 28th birthday, unless I made a deal to give him my first born son.

I felt at this point in my life I wasn't going to even consider children, but there was no way I'd make a deal with a demon. Through clenched teeth, I told him I'd see him when I'm 28. He snarled and threw me back onto the seat, and everything went black.

When I came back into consciousness, I didn't find myself in my bed, rather in the back seat of my VW with the driver's side door nearly ripped off it's hinges. I heard a man pleading for assistance and another saying that they had found a well beaten woman. I tasted blood and I felt a warm feeling run down the back of my head. I slowly climbed over the front seat fighting with an urge to collapse on the floor.

As I stood on the ground two men in school security jackets looked pale and shocked as they watched me. I asked them what happened, before I fell towards the ground and once again blacked out.

I woke up in the hospital two days later, with staples in my head, a tube down my throat and a bandaged nose. A nurse came into the room and stepped back as she realized I was awake. She gave me a warm smile and asked if I recalled what happened.

I told her nothing, knowing she'd think I was hyped up on morphine or something. She nodded and said she figured as much. She told me the police thought it was a robbery gone bad, but nothing was stolen so they were still looking into things.

When I asked how bad I was, she explained all the wounds I had received. She also told me that the guards who reported me, claimed to have smelled burning flesh and metal, but I had shown no burns and neither had the car.

I asked if they had any leads. She looked back towards the door and saw no one coming. She then bent down and whispered that when the officers looked over the surveillance tapes, the car was gone one second and there the next.

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