It's been a month since Zelda crashed. I bought Wesley an R34 GT-R that he had been ogling on line since Zelda crashed. It was a brilliant car and it wasn't alive. It was like a weight was lifted. That is, until Zelda returned. Exactly a month to the day from the time I wreaked her, the rusty hulk appeared in the school parking lot. She won't stay dead. Her malevolent presence hung heavy over the school. She seemed to be more interested in me than Wesley, but I knew her tricks. Wesley recognized her. He shouted "Get out of here you Demon Car". Jackson even keyed the crap out of the sides. I warned them about what she does to people who try to hurt her. Strangely I felt as though I could here her calling me. But even more strangely my new(ish) Chevelle which I had affectionately named Flash started and began rolling toward Zelda. Flash's lights were a pure white and blazing at Zelda, who's red lights had lit up as well. We all ran for the nearest cover because a supernatural showdown was about to take place. Over me.
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My Buddy's Car
Mystery / ThrillerMy friend bought a 1972 Fairlady Z. I thought he bought a screaming metal death trap. Boy was I in for a shock
