584 - Driving in a foggy night.

It was late at night, I was driving at high speed, the road was lonely, I was signing and listening to my favorite song on the radio at full volume, I can hardly see the road because the fog was too heavy; but since I was used to drive at night through that road and it was always lonely, I ignored the fact that I could hardly see the road and kept on driving at high speed, I knew the road.

When I was getting closer to my destination, the fog had gotten heavier, and my vision got even blurrier; but I kept on driving at high speed; then I looked down to the radio for a few seconds, because it had turned off mysteriously; and when I looked to the road again, I saw her...

A women, white as the snow, was standing in the middle of the road with her arms wide open, one could easily confound her with the heavy fog, because she was wearing a robe as white as it, and the only thing that made her apart from the fog was her long and blonde hair that reached her waist.

Scared, I stomp on the brake and close my eyes tightly, I was waiting for the impact, I was driving so fast that I knew that no matter how much I tried to brake or to avoid the women I was going to ran over her, I'd kill her.

I kept my eyes closed for what seems like hours, just listening to the creak the brakes was making  trying to stop the car that was going a so high speed; I was waiting the hit, the sound that would make the women when I hit her with my car; but it never happened, and when the car stopped, the radio turned on again, and started to sound so high that I jumped on my seat.

When I opened my eyes I looked for the women through the rear-view  mirror, but I didn't see her, and then, suddenly, even though I had the car's heater on, I felt my blood cold and got the goose-bumps; and without wasting a second, I took my feet off the brake and stomped the accelerator instead.

And that's the story  I tell every time anyone ask me why I don't like driving in foggy nights.

The end.

Published on August 22nd, 2012.