Salutations! Two of you asked me to update (I was frankly startled that anyone had reviewed at all...it is a pretty weird story...) Well, I decided to go back for round two. This one is a little less silly than the last chapter, but it's still an urban legend.
You know how it goes.
Sierra left her friend's house late that night, somewhere around 10:00. She was a little worried that her parents would be upset if she didn't make it back by curfew, but she realized that she was going to have to stop for gasoline. "Great," she muttered, and pulled into a dingy station. You know the kind, the counters are filmy, the food is questionable, the only lightbulb flickers frequently and the bathroom is for emergency-use only. Sierra didn't want to be there any longer than necessary, so she slapped a ten-dollar bill down on the slimy counter and was out the door almost before getting her receipt.
As she walked out to her car, shoulders hunched and arms crossed over her stomach, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. A blue semi truck had just pulled into the station, to the pump right behind her car. "That's odd," she thought, "That pump doesn't sell diesel." A cold, uncomfortable feeling began to build in the pit of her stomach, and she quickened her pace. "Young lady!" someone called, "Stop!" It was the truck driver, waving his arm frantically. "I need to talk to you!" Sierra made a break for her car and in a frenzy had jumped inside, slammed the door, and started the engine before even buckling her seatbelt.
Tut, tut. That sounds familiar, doesn't it?
Sierra pulled out of the gas station a good five miles over the speed limit, hoping to put some distance between her and the disconcerting trucker. As she made her way down the dark and lonely Jasper highway, suddenly her rearview mirror lit up with a bright flash. Someone was using their highbeams behind her! "Rude!" she thought, nervous and irritated. As soon as the highbeams turned off, Sierra looked up at the mirror to see who the offender was. Her mouth went dry and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. It was the same blue semi! "Ohhh...nononononono," Sierra whispered. Every horror movie she had ever seen chose that very moment to parade through her mind.
She passed a road sign and her hands relaxed ever so slightly. Two miles to go. Suddenly, the semi flashed its highbeams again. Sierra's heart leapt into her mouth and she began counting the distance left out loud. Twice more, the semi's lights flooded her car until at last she came to her own street. "No, no NO!" she squeaked in dismay. Neither one of her parents were home! Then she remembered: they were at a friend's birthday party and wouldn't be back until the next morning. Sierra didn't even put on the emergency brake. She snatched the key from the ignition and dove out of the car, slamming the door with her foot.
Very distressing, indeed. We all know how this will end, don't we?
Gasping for air and nearly sobbing in panic, Sierra fumbled with the key as the blue semi rumbled up into the driveway behind her. At the last moment before it stopped, the door opened and she ran inside, shoving the door closed and leaning against it, she slid to the floor trembling. All was quiet for a moment, and then there was a sound of metal shifting and gears grinding. A massive shadow fell across the front hall, blocking out the light of the street lamp. The girl squeezed her eyes shut. They opened involuntarily when she heard the frightened shout of a man. Cast on the wall before her was the shadow of a man with a knife, dangling from a huge clawed hand. Sierra realized in horror that the man had been in her backseat!
Ultra Magnus glared down at the masked man. "Pick on someone your own size!" he growled.
Et voila, there's round two. Let me know if it was any good, I don't know if I'll continue it or not.