Every night at 11:24pm, the same black minivan slowly drives by my apartment. Normally, you might think that this is completely fine, it’s just a person on their typical drive back home. But you’d be wrong on both accounts. It’s not just one person, but a father, mother, teenage daughter and toddler son. I also know for a fact that they are not driving home. They all drive by to see me.
I’m only talking about this because for the past 2 years, all they’ve done is drive by my place. But at the beginning of last month, they did something they’d never done before: they stopped in front of my apartment. It was only for a couple of seconds, but it was the first time they’ve ever done that since I first noticed them 2 years ago. Since then, they’ve progressively been stopping for longer time, but it was what they did last night that is making me write this out.
They had been looking at me through my window for about 5 minutes, and I was looking back at them, my glass of Jack Daniels in my hand. At this point, I’d long since lost my fear of the family. They were still creepy and unnerving, but my nightmares had subsided by this time. In my line of work, you have to have a strong constitution and even stronger mental fortitude. More people than you’d think thought they could get the better of my boss in a variety of ways, and all of them learned that the scariest thing about him wasn’t his intelligence, connections, or sheer power. It was how cruel his punishments could be.
But tonight, the family did something that caused me to drop my full glass onto the floor. The mother rolled down her window just a tiny bit. I don’t know how, we made sure the windows were reinforced and permanently sealed. Swamp water trickled out from the opening ever so slightly, slowly reducing the water inside. My eyes bulged as I watched the four bloated, rotting corpses push their hands against the front and back side windows, trying desperately to escape their prison and come for me. Luckily, after a few seconds of this, the waterlogged minivan then started up again and slowly made its way down the road.
Why are the coming after me? The father was the one who thought he could get a loan from my boss without a proper plan to pay it back. My boss was the one who decided to drown the whole family, not me! I wasn’t even the one who kidnapped all of them and placed them in the minivan all tied up! All I did was put the minivan in drive and made sure it was completely immersed in the water! I guess it doesn’t matter, I was lucky last night; but I know my luck’s gonna run out, and soon there’ll be five bloated corpses driving around in that black minivan.