**Author's Note: Okay I'll say it again- this is as much a comedy as it is horror. That said, this is part of a series that consists of two others, each respectively titled 'Drive, ???...Just Drive!' And for those of you following this story, this is the final installment. And just maybe the smart one of the band, hehe Davis, will figure out the secret behind the house.


Drive, Davis...Just Drive!
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"Come on, guys. I feel left out," pleaded Davis. He'd been begging unfruitfully since Bosco and Carlos had returned to the cabin with their story. "And if you don't take me, I'll just keep thinking you're all wimpy liars." He pouted, flashing his friends sad, puppy dog eyes.

"That only works on three year olds," snipped Bobby, passing Jimmy a steaming mug of coffee. Then he took a seat beside him, carefully securing the blanket around his shivering friend. "And besides, I think Jimmy caught a cold running through the rain. He really shouldn't be going out."

"Aaachhoooo!" sneezed Jimmy.

"Somebody get him a Kleenex," whined Bosco, rising from his seat beside the firefighter and moving to another couch. "That house is definitely one venue that doesn't deserve an encore," he said, pushing Carlos aside to take a seat.

Davis grabbed his jacket anyway, and picked up a set of car keys. "I'll drive?" he offered, waving the keys before his smiling face. "It'll be fun," he chided. "We'll pack a dinner. Sing some songs. We'll make an evening out of scarring the crap out of each other...?"

"Not gonna happen..."

"Bite me..."

"Give it up..."

"Aaachhoooo!"

Davis dropped his playful facade and slumped his shoulders. "Come on, I really wanna see this place. I'll go on my own if I have to."

"Don't do that!" cried Bobby, his eyes wide. "You might not make it back alive!"

"So you'll come with me then?" Davis asked eagerly.

Bobby dropped his head, shaking it slowly and berating himself for what he was about to say. "Yes," he replied quietly. "If it'll make you shut up."

Davis bounced on his toes, waving the keys to the other group members in an offer to come along. But Bobby interrupted him before he could ask. "But I'm staying in the car! I ain't going in!"

Davis ironed his face. "Yes, sir," he replied, saluting his friend in a grand gesture.

"You guys...aaachhoooo!...Are freaking...aaachhoooo!...crazy," mumbled Jimmy, tightening the blanket around his shoulders. "And what makes you think you'll be able to find it anyway?" he continued, wiping feverishly at his runny nose with a Kleenex. "The place seems to disappear and appear on a whim...aaachhoooo!"

"Good point!" exclaimed Bobby, jutting a finger into the air. "Guess we can't go after all, Davis."

"We we're able to find it," added Carlos. "And Bosco and I weren't even looking for it."

Bobby threw Carlos an irritated glance. "Thank you so much, Carlos. You're really helping here." He got up from the couch and joined Davis at the door of the cabin. Slowly, he surveyed the room, taking in what he thought would be the last time he'd ever see his friends again. "Good bye, my fellow co-workers," he mourned, steepling his fingers in a praying position. "I have enjoyed the time we have shared on the third watch of New York's city streets."

"Oh give it up!" cried Bosco, rising from the couch.

"And the Oscar for best dramatic performance goes to..." challenged Carlos, also rising.

The two men joined Davis and Bobby at the door, each grabbing their jackets from hooks on the wall. "We'll go with you," said Bosco. "You're gonna need someone to hold your hand."

The four men readied themselves to leave, each forgetting about the one still sneezing on the couch. "Hey, guys," Jimmy whined, letting his body fall to the side. "I don't wanna stay here alone." He peeled the blanket from his body and stood up, wavering slightly as the fluids drained from his head. "I'm coming too...aaachhoooo!"

Again, Davis bounced on his toes, clapping his hands enthusiastically. "Yeah, baby!" he cheered, turning to open the door. "If this place is everything you guys claim it to be, this is gonna be fun."

"Yeah, fun...can't wait," replied Bobby, in a less than eager voice.

"Bring it on," added Carlos, his voice as deadpan as his friend's.

But Bosco had other thoughts running through his mind besides all the 'fun' they were gonna have. He stepped away from the door and ran into one of the bedrooms. He came back wearing an old football helmet, and proclaimed he was good to go.

Jimmy looked at him strangely, sneezed, then rapped on the helmet. "What's that for?"

Bosco ignored him and stepped out of the cabin. "Let's just go before I change my mind," he said over his shoulder, as he climbed down the front steps of the cottage. The rest followed suit, and climbed into Davis's Cherokee.

As promised, Davis drove while Bobby took up the passenger seat and Bosco and Carlos filled in the rear. Jimmy, still a walking sniffling factory, lay down in the very back of the truck and covered himself with a blanket.

No one really remembered how to get to the house, since they had all come across it when they had gotten lost, so Davis just drove in any which direction he chose. Along the way, Bobby had an epiphany- turn on the radio. They could use it like a beacon, following it in the direction of worst reception.

Since electrical properties seemed to diminish in the vicinity of the house, this seemed like a good idea. That is of course, if actually finding the house was a good thing. For four people in the truck, it wasn't. It was only Davis who exhibited any form of excitement as he drove along eagerly picking up the weakening signal from the radio.

Being in cottage country, it wasn't hard to find desolate areas lacking in streetlights and amenities, but it was difficult to find a particular one. They had been driving for over half an hour, and had still not come across any strange changes in weather or odd, looming buildings. But the excitement of the adventure was beginning to slowly gain momentum with the other four

"I think it was back there," Bosco said, leaning over the front seat and pointing over his shoulder. "I think we just missed the cut off."

"How can you be sure?" asked Bobby. "I think it's still north."

"I don't think were anywhere close to it," added Carlos, looking out his window into the blackness of night.

"Uh, guys...aaachhoooo!" came Jimmy's voice from the rear.

"I swear to god it's back there!" urged Bosco, tugging on Davis's shoulder to get him to turn around.

But Davis kept driving straight ahead, ignoring all the suggestions and going with his gut instinct. Mind you, his gut wasn't all that reliable since it was battling with a strange case of both excitement and fear.

"Aaachhoooo!...Guys, my...aaachhoooo!"

"Davis, take the next right. I know it's that way," ordered Bobby.

"No, go left," countered Carlos, joining Bosco in his lean over the front seat.

"Would you guys stop it!" cried Davis. "You're all giving me different directions!"

"Guys...aaachhoooo!...My watch is going backwards."

"Who's been to this house before?" asked Bobby, glaring at Davis behind the wheel. "You? No. So listen to the authorities here."

Carlos slapped Bobby in the back of the head and frowned. "Authority my ass..." he started, then paused. He sat back and further furrowed his brow. Then he leaned over the back seat and looked down at he man snuggled in the blanket. "Did you say something, Jimmy?"

Jimmy rolled onto his back and peeled his blanket off. He raised his arm bearing the digital watch and showed it to Carlos. "I said my watch is going backwards."

Carlos watched as the digits counted back from thirty-two. He gripped the seat and drew in a sharp breath. "Stop the car!" he yelled. "I think we're there!"

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