Have you ever scared the shit out of someone? I have.
The year -1989
Time -2:00 am
The place - Dale’s house/driveway
My friend Dale was on a hockey team that played their games late- after midnight. I knew that he would always leave his house around 2:15am. I drove to his street and parked a block away. I walked to his house arriving at 2:00am. Dale never locked his car doors- partially because he was lazy- partially because all the lock knobs were broken off. Dale had a classic Dodge Dart- blue with a white racing stripe. His front seat was a solid bench. I opened his unlocked door and crawled behind the back seat- and waited.
2:20am I hear his back door open and close.
The back gate clang shut.
I crouch behind the back seat. Dale opens the driver’s side door and throws his hockey bag across the front bench across to the passenger side. He sits down starts the car and throws it into reverse to back out of his driveway. He throws his right arm back across the bench looks behind to see if it is clear to back out. At that second I grab his arm and the back of his head and let out a half growl half scream. I see a complete look of sheer terror in his eyes that I have never seen before or after on anyone’s face. He snaps out of it once he sees that it is me, starts breathing again and laughs.
He then says “I forgot something in the house”. But when he comes back he is wearing a different pair of pants. You do the math. Mission
No comments:
Post a Comment