Philip hopped in his car, an old Ford Model, made sometime in the early 2000s or so, he’s driven it for his whole life. It was his baby, he loved it almost more than anything, seconded only by his wife, Sandra. He always took care of it, made sure it was in the garage when it rained, washed it weekly, always took it in the shop the second something made the wrong chink sound.

The car knew this too.

He started the car, and it revved beautifully as usual. Nothing was out of the ordinary that day, the usual screams of his boss and flirtatious comments of Jennah. She was a dense one, could never figure out the fact he was already married, and he could never betray those he loved. Or so he thought.

Soon he was on his way home, it was soon to be dark out and he’d rather be home now, but suddenly the car started to rumble. It was soft at first, but soon it was shaking, trembling even. He disregarded this, and continued home, putting it off ‘til later.

Soon he came to a stop in front of his home, and was about to pull the keys out of the ignition when something was off. The keys were jammed in there. Philip, tired and confused simply tried turning and twisting it a few times and then pulling it out. The keys wouldn’t even move. The car wouldn’t turn off. Suddenly, the engine revved and it sped off, Philip still inside.

“What the f-“ That was all Philip could say before he slammed into his car door as the vehicle made the hardest 90 degree turn possible. Dazed, Philip stared out the front windshield, and was terrified at what he saw.

The ocean.

The radio crackled with a demonic voice, “You, you betrayed me.”