I was driving on Route 666 on Diablo Hill when I spotted a guy in a black hot rod. He asked if I wanted to play chicken. I agreed and we ran flat out toward each other in our cars. I swerved at the last second and went off the road and down the hill. The car exploded. I burned but was not consumed. I heard maniacal laughter coming from the hill.
Now, I'm the Devil's driver. I collect souls for him.
So, if you're ever near Diablo Hill come find me and challenge me.
Unless, of course, you're chicken...
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
I'm chicken and no mistake! But not Devilled Chicken!
Drew Martyn 10 months ago
I love the fast pace of this one, I reckon it's impossible to read this slowly! A scary chiller!
Christopher 10 months ago
Yeah, I didn't want to make this two drabbles so I had to skip the appetizer and just get to the meat and potatoes.
Jamie Clapperton 9 months ago
Deliciously scary. Makes me glad I don't drive....
Christopher 8 months ago
Thanks, Jamie. You must live in the city if you don't drive. I live out in the country. If I didn't drive I'd have to either get a horse or just die, because I'm too far from civilization to walk or take a taxi.
Jamie Clapperton 8 months ago
Yep. I live in London.. Closest thing I do to driving is pushing a hospital dinner trolley and cats are the closest I've had to horses. :-) :-)