Beautiful Saturday night....reffing soccer game in Narragansett. The game is fulled with thrilling action. The outcome of the night is unknown. The whistle is furiously blown on a player for a foul. I turn around, and I see an irritated parent begin to scream into my ears. Cold chills rushing down my spine, tingling my body.
After the game, I instantly rush to my car to leave and go home, hoping for the night to be better. As I am approaching the bridge, I fearfully spot a mysterious blue van lurking right behind me! I begin to speed up...and so does he.
As this strange van accerlerates towards me, I notice the same guy in the van that screamed at me with the kid that played in the soccer game I refereed. He speeds up in the lane next to me, coldly staring into my soul. Speeds up....speeds up...BOOM! He turns sharply into my lane and rams me of the road. At this moment, I felt like my blood was slowly draining from my body.
The haunted parent pushed me of the bridge into the dark ocean. So many thoughts of terror were racing through my body. This is the exact reason why I drive with the windows down. The impact was shocking and I could not feel how hard it was because my body was injected with so much adrenaline. I quickly grab my bag and swim up to shore by crawling out of the window.
The water is mysteriously warm, almost hot. I swim up to the twilight moon. I look to the left and spot a boat coming with painfully bright blue and red flashing light.
A brisk breeze covers my with goosebumps. The coast guard race to me and spot a light on me surrounded by dark water. They give me a towel and begin to travel back to shore. I guess the things can actually change in a blink of an eye from a perfect night to being the star of a devil horror movie....