“You’re a grown ass man,” Lyle chided himself. “Nothing but a little swamp gas….” The fog closed around his car and he drove in wary silence along the muddy track.
Creatures seemed to loom around him in the dark, back lit by the moon. Giant hands appeared to reach for him as he drove by, their spindly fingers clutching at his car. Speeding up, he put the radio on. An old Depeche Mode song was playing and he cranked it up. It was impossible to take anything frightening seriously with Dave Gahan singing. The song ended and a commercial began. Lyle took his eyes off the road for a second to turn it down.
When he looked up, he saw a figure standing in the middle of the road. It was large, hulking, black even in the blaze of his headlights. Lyle hit the brakes and the car shuddered to a halt mere inches from the figure. The motor coughed and stopped. For nearly a minute, nothing happened. Lyle tried to restart the car, but he could smell that it had flooded. Praying, he closed his eyes, his lips forming the St. Michael prayer. He tried the key once more and the car started. Opening his eyes, he saw that the road was clear, the figure was gone.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he whispered. “What was that?”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes