Today the Queen of Quirky, Miss Chrissy, at Quirky Chrissy, the mother of Monday Memories, has agreed that today's prompt should be "First Cars and Joyrides". Let me just start by saying, I was a typical joyriding dumbass teenager. I wouldn't eat lunch so I would have extra gas money to pull victory laps around my town. So, when it comes to joyriding memories, I have a volumes! However, when ever I think of joyriding, one distinct memory in particular always comes to mind....
Picture it... 1995 four high school seniors joyriding in mommy's 1993 gold Nissan Maxima. My BFF was driving, I was riding shotgun and the two boys we were trying to be too cool for were in the back seat. We had all been at a party in the country when the dreadful hour came, 11:30pm, time to get me home before curfew. Until I was 18 my curfew was midnight. I know! So Harsh!! (If only I kept that curfew through college, I would have saved myself from so much stupidity...)
Anyways, we left the party early so on the way home we could go check out this scary dark deserted country road with an even scarier bridge. Why you ask? Because we were stupid kids of course! That night at the party we had heard the road and bridge were super haunted and tied to a bunch of crazy stories... Here are just a few the stories we were told...
- On Halloween you can hear the cries of a ghost baby that was sacrificed under the bridge.
- Devil worshipers meet under the bridge on full moons to sacrifice animals.
- The ghost of people who have jumped off of the bridge can be seen 24/7.
- If you stop your car on the bridge and turn it off, the car will not start and some troll/ax murder will come and kill you.
There were probably heaps more, I just cannot remember...
Once we made it to the bridge, my friend stopped in the middle, turned off the car and then we all got out. We listened for the baby, tried to freak each other out with our own sounds and spent some time reading the ridiculous graffiti and devil worship messages all over and under the bridge. Once we all agreed the bridge was shit, we piled back in the car to get me home before midnight.
My girlfriend went to turn on the car and nothing happened. The lights came on, but the damn car didn't. It would not even try to turn over. My girlfriend and I started freaking out. The guys started giving all kinds of reasons why the car wouldn't start. At that point we could hear rustling in the bushes near by, and crazy sounds to go with it. All I could think was, Holy Shit, some psycho came and screwed with the car while we were under the bridge, and now we are going to die.
At this point I was sure that we were probably the fourth set of dumb ass teenagers abducted that night. Just as I grabbed my phone to call my mom to let her know I was sorry and loved her, one of the guys yells from the back seat, "The car is still in drive! You cannot start a car in drive. Put it in park and then try to start it!"
Son of a bitch! The car started right up...
My girlfriend turned the car around, and we hauled ass off that scary bridge. To this day I have never been back down that road.
My girlfriend turned the car around, and we hauled ass off that scary bridge. To this day I have never been back down that road.
To read more Monday Memories go check out my my friends Quirky Chrissy, and Lillian at It's a Dome Life. Oh and if you want to get in on these Monday Memories Prompts, let Chrissy know.
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