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<\/h1>\n<\/h1>\nby John Perry<\/p>\n
My mother loved to listen to the radio, it was her favorite thing to do. She would listen to one station in particular which was an oldies station that played music from her teenage years or at least that\u2019s what she told me. But I figured out that station wasn\u2019t what she said it was after what happened. One night while I was on my way home from locking up at work my car broke down so I called for a tow truck but they said they wouldn\u2019t be able to get there till morning, I wasn\u2019t about to walk a couple miles home in the dark so I called my mom to come pick me up. After waiting about 10-15 minutes I could see her car coming down the road toward me but the strange thing was I could hear static coming from the car and when she got to me she rolled down the window and said \u201chop in I wanna get home to watch my show\u201d the static was even louder now but I just ignored it thinking it was my imagination, I got in and she started driving home.<\/p>\n
We drove for about fifteen minutes with static still loud in my ears when I realized we just passed our road so I turned to my mom and told her \u201cmom we just missed our turn\u201d she said \u201cI thought it would be nice to drive around for a bit before we got home\u201d this was normal for my mom wanting to drive around a bit so I didn\u2019t give it a second thought. We drove for a bit more and I swore the static got louder by the minute then I looked at the dash board and I saw that it was coming from the radio playing my mom\u2019s station so I reached over about to shut it off when my mom grabbed my hand and pushed it back \u201c ow mom what was that for\u201d I yelled to which she replied in a calm voice \u201csorry this is my favorite song\u201d I looked at her like she was crazy and thought to myself \u201ccan she not hear the static\u201d I reach over trying to turn the volume down but it only got louder, my mom started to drive faster \u201cwhoa mom slow down\u201d she didn\u2019t she just went faster. I tried to pull the emergency brake but she grabbed my hand and held it tight and drove faster and wouldn\u2019t take her foot off the gas \u201cmom stop what are you doing\u201d she turned to me and laughed then spoke in a voice I can only describe as demonic \u201cdon\u2019t worry sonny boy everything will be okay\u201d I was in complete shock this thing was not my mom it was something else, she drove faster and wouldn\u2019t let go of my hand, I looked forward only to see that she was driving full speed right toward a building. I started to wage my odds and I decided to try to get out of the car, I punched her in the face and broke free of her grasp I went to open the door but it was locked so I unlocked it and jumped out of the car landing on my side, with a shot of pain going up my arm I turned to see the car crash into the building and the car catch on fire. In the flames I could see her trying to get up but she couldn\u2019t then I heard that maniacal laughter and then she died.<\/p>\n
After a while the police and paramedics showed up. The two cops that showed up walked over to me astonished and asked \u201ckid what happened here\u2019 I looked up at him and told him \u201cI was getting a ride home from my mom but during the ride she was acting odd and then she sped up and tried to kill us both I think she was on something\u201d they looked at me and went to the crash. The paramedics came over and helped me up and over to the ambulance and started to check for any injuries apparently I broke my arm on the landing they asked me how fast the car was going when I jumped out \u201cabout maybe 110 MPH\u201d they looked at me puzzled \u201chow did you just break an arm I\u2019m surprised you didn\u2019t break your leg or other arm. They all bought the story and sent me to the hospital to further continue my treatment. After all of this all I can say is never turn your radio to that station because it takes you and leaves something in your place something evil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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