"DAMN DANIEL, BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WHITE VANS!" The radio screamed at me through my crappy old car speakers. I rolled my eyes. This stupid video was taking over everything. I couldn't even go the night without hearing it.
It was a dark night, and I was headed home to enjoy a nice evening with my dog, who I knew would be waiting for me. The eerie moon was a yellow-green color that wasn't natural. As I passed a clump of trees, I heard an unearthly growl. Shivering, I went a little faster.
I continued driving down the road when I was distracted by a neon sign by the side of the road. Somebody had spray painted over it and wrote 'DAMN DANIEL!" I couldn't believe it, and craned my neck around to stare at it in disbelief. On the back they had written 'BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WHITE VANS!!!' I sighed. It was literally everywhere. I turned back around to continue driving on the deserted bridge, but suddenly, a hooded figure had appeared in front of my car, too close to stop in time. I swerved, and slammed on the brakes, the car squealing and leaving skid marks. I neared the side of the bridge and slammed into the barrier, going too fast to stop.
My car managed to stop just in time. Hanging off the side of the bridge, I didn't move. I was too afraid to even move.
THUD!
I screamed, breaking the silence. I was shaking bad, and heard my scream echo off the water below. Trying to find the source of the thud, I twisted around slowly, looking at the bridge. I finally found the thing that has made the noise. The boy who had been in the middle of street had his foot propped up on my car, keeping it in place.
I rolled down my window and the turned off the car. "Thank you!" I said, my voice barely audible as tears streamed down my face. The figure wearing the hoodie didn't respond and I tried again to say something. "If you have a phone, could you call the cops? I don't want to move and dislodge the car." He finally moved, putting his hand on his pocket and pulling out a phone. I smiled with relief and wiped my nose. He held up the phone as if to say, 'this is what you want?'
"Just call 911." I said, still trembling with fear. Suddenly, he chucked the phone off the bridge.
"NO!!" I screamed, "What are you doing?" Fear laced my voice as I started sobbing, knowing this person wasn't going to help me. I started to reach for my phone, moving in jerky movements. I had just gotten ahold of it when I heard a terrible screeching on the back window. My head snapped towards it as I saw a hand scratching the window, making that awful, ear-splitting noise. I watched as the figure holding my car in place straightened up, as I f preparing to leave
"Please..." I whimpered, "Don't let go." I say there, staring at the person, willing them to stay, but they seemed unconvinced.
I was focused back on my phone, trying to call 911 when they finally spoke. I couldn't hear them, although I was straining my ears.
"Can you say that again? I couldn't hear you." I was still hoping they were going to help me.
"Damn Daniel." Came the response. I couldn't speak. They thought this was a joke?!? I opened my mouth, ready to cuss him out when he spoke again. This time screaming.
"BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WHITE VANS!" With that, he shoved the back of my car and I fell,
Down
And
Down
And
Down.
I neared the end of my free fall, think about only one thing.
The white vans on his feet.
A/N: I have no idea what inspired me to write this.
