Walking down this forsaken empty road, I look back at that mangled ass car which resembles a nuclear explosion wrapped around a tree. Staring at the fire coming from the now “U” shaped hood of the red 1969 Volkswagen Beetle, I realize the mistakes of that night I had made coming together. Even now, 40 yards from the car, I am still stepping on broken glass and metal shards. Hell, one of the doors is a good 30 yards out and up in a tree! My brain is a little foggy as well trying to remember what happened, well that is until I saw the broken Rye Whiskey bottles surrounding the driver side door along with decorating the interior.

“Of course, no reception out here either. Well, this is just great!”, I yell as my hands fly up towards the sky like a church choir.

As the distance from the burning husk that was my car slowly fades into the thick night, my mind starts pondering how this situation came to this horrific moment. Thinking back on the day, maybe it was the job, or the relationship, or even the bills, but whatever the issue was, it worked. Alcohol isn’t even my vice! But when the world comes crashing down on you, things change.

As my vision focused on the dark road ahead, I took in the view. Shadow covered tree lines running from each side of the road, to as far as the eye could see, illuminated by the glowing moon and stars above. Suddenly, a pair of headlights approached from over the horizon.

Waving my hands frantically hoping to get the drivers attention, the silhouette car slows to a creep as it pulls up. That feeling of ice slowly growing down my spine came over me as I scouted out the approaching vehicle, a midnight black Rolls Royce. Maybe it was the tinted windows, or perhaps the eerie fog that surrounded the vehicles base, but whatever it was, it frightened me.

As I approached the driver’s side window, the passenger door swung open, as if it was an invitation. Accepting that this was the only way, I walked to the other side and almost if by instinct, got into the ominous vehicle. Scouting out the interior, I noticed the seats were a fine crimson red felt, along with the dash and ceiling as well. Finally, I laid eyes upon the driver, and to my shock it was a very pale looking woman with black lines under her eyes. She sat dressed in a beautiful black gown with an intricate rose pattern weaved into it that revealed more of her pale skin. Slowly the mysterious woman turned her face towards mine, and I met her piercing gaze.

“Hello, I’m very pleased we are finally able to speak”, she said as her gaze grew more intent.

“H-hello to you as well. Thank you for stopping, you have quite a unique and beautiful vehicle here.” I said as my fingertips slowly traced around the luxurious felt dash in front of me, as I nervously looked away from her dark piercing eyes.

“Actually, you are right on time.” She said as a small smirk formed from her pale lips.

“On time? I didn’t know we had an appointment.” I said, nervously chuckling.

“Well, let’s be off, shall we?” She said in a light optimistic tone as the vehicle...