**Author' Note: This isn't really a new chapter to the previous story, just an addition. But reading the other would help in it's understanding and background. Again, it's horror/humour. Please enjoy.


Drive, Bosco...Just Drive!
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"Why are you slowing down?" asked Carlos from the passenger seat.

"I'm not," replied Bosco. "Well, at least I'm not trying to. It's slowing on it's on." He looked at the gauges of his sports car and watched them all dip to the left- indicating his car's slow demise. "Something's wrong with the car."

Carlos clenched his teeth and let his head fall against the head rest. "Great. Now what?"

Bosco pulled the car to the side of the road and disengaged the engine. He tried to re-start it, but to no avail. The engine did not turn over, the alternator did not catch- the car was dead. "We call for a tow truck," he replied, reaching for his cell phone.

But as he dialed the number his eyes wandered to the front windshield where he could see the vast expanse of the dark night. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he pushed in the last digit on the phone and placed it to his ear.

Like the car, the phone was dead.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, turning to Carlos.

"Let me guess, your cell's dead?"

Bosco nodded, so Carlos continued. "This must be the place they were talking about then," he said, peering out his window.

"Dark deserted side road. No road signs. No houses," said Bosco. "Yeah, I'm thinking this sounds familiar."

"And I thought they were kidding," replied Carlos. "Just to scare us or something."

Davis had rented a small cabin in upstate New York a few days ago, for the guys to relax and possibly get in some good fishing. Jimmy and Bobby had been delayed in the city, and had only arrived earlier that evening. And when they had arrived, Bosco had received an ear full of blathering, incomprehensible sentences and accusations. It took over an hour for Jimmy and Bobby to calm down and finally articulate their story- the one in which they had promised never to tell.

But of course, they had. And, of course, no one had believed it.

And when Davis had suggested a run to the grocery store for more supplies, Jimmy and Bobby were the first to volunteer...other people.

Bosco and Carlos were quickly appointed, and they'd left shortly after. But neither had expected to get lost.

And now they were stranded in the middle of a dark nowhere, their minds frantically trying to push Jimmy and Bobby's story to their furthest recesses.

"Should we get out and check under the hood?" suggested Bosco, his voice breaking the still silence inside the car.

Carlos shook himself, waving a dismissive hand at the driver. "Yeah. I mean, this is probably just a coincidence. I don't believe in ghosts and freaky-freakies anyway," he said, opening the passenger side door.

Bosco did the same on his side and stepped out into the night. But as he reached back in to unlatch the hood, he noticed a trickle of grey mist seep into the car. He stood up abruptly, only to notice a mysterious fog had enveloped them.

"Uh, Bosco..."

"Yeah, Carlos?"

"Where'd this come from?" asked Carlos, indicating the thick smoky haze that left little to the imagination.

Bosco pulled the latch and quickly closed his door. "I don't know," he replied. "But let's get this fixed fast so we can get out of here."

"I'm all over that idea," Carlos said, joining Bosco at the front of the car. He peered into the engine, waving the lurking mist accumulating before his eyes. "So, how much do you know about cars?"

"Well, I know I like to drive 'em, but that's about it," replied Bosco, sharing a worried glance with his friend. "But you know about them, right?"

"Surrender the fantasy," Carlos said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know shit."

Bosco gulped and looked over his shoulder. He didn't want to think it, let alone do it, but they had really been left with no choice. He turned back to Carlos. "We gotta go get help," he said.

Carlos nodded but took no further action. "Uh huh."

Peering back over his shoulder into the grey abyss, Bosco swallowed hard. "You wanna take the lead?" But his only reply was something between a small laugh and scared grunt. Bosco shrugged. "Didn't think so, but I had to ask."

He dropped the hood and let it lock closed, then he locked the rest of the car and met Carlos back at the front. He pushed his friend forward and indicated the path they should take.

Carlos stopped in his tracks, shoved Bosco in front. "Hey, I said no to the taking the lead shit," he said. "You're the cop. So, go serve and protect why don't you."

Bosco nodded. "I guess I forgot," he replied. Then he took a few hesitant steps forward and pointed down what he thought was the road. "We should stick to the road or we might get lost," he continued.

"Right behind you," Carlos said, stepping up close behind his friend.

They walked away from the car, trying to keep tabs on the sounds of their feet shuffling along the gravel. The fog was thick and unrelenting, and they both had to continually wave a hand before them to disperse it's murky curtain. It was only a short while when the car could no longer been seen over their shoulders.

And this left a very ambiguous feeling in the pits of their stomachs.

"Is it just me, or are you getting the feeling Jimmy and Bobby weren't lying?" asked Bosco, looking behind at his friend.

"Oh, it's definitely not just you," Carlos replied, pushing Bosco further ahead. "Now keep walking. I don't wanna be out here any longer than you."

They kept walking, their heads swinging back and forth at regular intervals to squint into the distance. No signs of civilization appeared anywhere- only darkness silhouetted by a thick fog.

They were several minutes into their journey when Bosco stopped- causing Carlos to crash into him like a freight train. He put his hand on his friend's shoulder and took a hesitant step. "Do you hear that?" Bosco asked, his voice a mere whisper.

"Oh. Shit,' replied Carlos, hearing the sloshing noise of mud under Bosco's footfall. "When did that happen?"

Bosco drew in a deep breath. "We must of lost the road somewhere," he replied, stepping ahead into the muddy terrain.

"But where?!" cried Carlos, his fear overtaking his ability to remain calm. "I was listening for this! I didn't hear the change? Did you hear the change?!" He trodded ahead, making loud, angry sloshing noises with his feet. "When did the road turn to mud?!" he cried again.

Bosco let his tongue roll across his bottom lip as he contemplated the sudden change of events. He spun around, trying to find his bearings. But since he'd never had them since the car died, he was unsuccessful now. Finally, he pointed in the opposite direction he was facing and stepped forward. "Let's go this way."

"Why this way?" asked Carlos, pulling up behind him.

"You got a better direction, Mr.FreightyPants?"

Carlos shook his head. "And who you calling FreightyPants?" he asked, slightly offended.

Bosco spread his arm out before him, waving his friend forward. "You wanna take the lead?"

"FrieghtyPants is fine with me," replied Carlos, taking up his position once again behind the off-duty cop.

They continued ahead, this time picking up their pace. It was several minutes later when Bosco heard a loud thud and muffled moan. He stopped dead in his tracks, fearing any movement. "Carlos?" he whispered into the greyness, unable to see his friend.

"Yeah," came back Carlos's soft voice. "I think..."

"Wait," interrupted Bosco, stepping toward the voice. "I can't see you, but I can follow your voice." He turned slowly, relying on his sense of sound to lead him back to his friend. "Say something," he said, having lost the signal.

"Something," replied the sarcastic voice. "But let me tell you..."

Bosco hushed him once he had picked up the signal again. He turned to his right and took several hesitant steps. "Oouff!" he cried, smacking into what seemed like a brick wall. Bosco fell backwards into the mud with a splash- and lay there stunned for several beats.

"But let me tell you about the wall," continued Carlos in a sarcastic, placating voice.

"Yeah, thanks," replied Bosco, pulling himself to his feet. Once standing again, he could see the great stone structure before him. He pressed a hand against it's cold service and gave it a little push.

"What are you doing?" asked Carlos, coming up behind him.

"Checking to see if it's real," replied Bosco.

"Felt real to me," said Carlos, rubbing the sore spot on his forehead. He stepped back and surveyed the scene before him. At first there was nothing but stone and mist, so he stepped further back until he could see the full structure. With a deep escape of breath, Carlos said, "Oh. My god."

Bosco back stepped his way over to Carlos and stopped in sudden fear when he too could see the looming building. He gazed slack-jawed at the house, his eyes wide. "Do you think this is the same house?" he asked, finally able to articulate a sentence.

Carlos crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking a man of assurance. "Big stony house. Lots of fog. Farmer's field. General, overall feeling of ominous things to come," he said sardonically. "Yeah, I'd say this is the place."

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