There were plenty of pick up trucks on their lot -- Chevys, Fords, Nissans, and GMCs -- and there were plenty of other cars. Most of them were family vans, SUVs, and four door sedans. A couple of Cadillacs rested inside Babinkski's Showroom. Those were polished lovingly by Mr. Babinski. Mrs. Babinski never touched the cars because she was the General Manager of the business and also handled all the finance computer work. Their daughter, Bonnie (poor woman!) was the head mechanic. She mostly had her head under the hood of whatever car or truck was in her garage, but she usually had a couple of the high school girls or boys apprenticing her garage, because aside from being a wickedly good mechanic, she was a tough but smart teacher.
Bonnie loved cars, but there was one car...she stood in the open garage door, wiping her hands on a shop towel as she stared out at the back edge of Babinski's Used Autos. She stared at the light grey Tesla.
She shook her head and sighed. “That car is so sad. I feel like it will never glow like the other cars.”
Her best apprentice, Russel “Rusty” said, “The aura just gives me the creeps.”
“The car hasn’t been polished in forever,” Bonnie’s best friend, Julie jokes. “We could at least try.”
Bonnie loved cars, but there was one car...she stood in the open garage door, wiping her hands on a shop towel as she stared out at the back edge of Babinski's Used Autos. She stared at the light grey Tesla.
She shook her head and sighed. “That car is so sad. I feel like it will never glow like the other cars.”
Her best apprentice, Russel “Rusty” said, “The aura just gives me the creeps.”
“The car hasn’t been polished in forever,” Bonnie’s best friend, Julie jokes. “We could at least try.”
She approaches the car but stops a few feet away and turns to face her friends. “Yeah, I can see what you mean by the aura giving you the creeps.” She calmly walks away from the car. “I feel like this car came from a haunted house.”
“This is why it looks like it hasn’t been polished in ages,” Bonnie said. “Because it hasn’t.”
“Well, are you two gonna to polish it?” said Julie.
“I don’t think I can,” Russel replied.
“Me neither! Somethings just not right with that car.” Bonnie added.
The group got hungry so they clocked out and started their long walk to Babinski’s brother’s bakery, Babinski’s Bakery. The bakery sold many french goods. They walked past 5th street, and a cold fog blew over the sidewalk. They heard the engines of a car revving, it was getting louder and louder. They turned around and there it was the grey tesla zooming straight for them. They jumped out of the way just as the tesla drove right over where they were standing moments before.
“Did you see the driver?” Russel gasped, “No one bought the car before we closed, right?”
“No, I was at the desk, I didn’t see anyone coming in,” Bonnie replied.
“This is scary! Really scary!” Julie yelled.
“Why did we choose to walk down 5th street? All there is is a cemetery and a valley,” Russel whispered shakily.
Then, they heard a loud bang come from down the street. There, lying in the ditch, was the car. The three teens ran over. Bonnie looked inside. “Oh, god. Oh, god, there is no driver. Guys, is it just me or did I feel a REALLY cold chill run through me.”
“I don’t think that was just you,” Russel said.
Julie covered her eyes and started sobbing. “I hate scary things. I hate petrifying things!”
The tesla's motor sputtered, and started up again. But this time, the car didn't move.
“Did you start the engine?” Bonnie questioned, poking her head from the back.
“No, neither of us touched the car,” Russel replied.
“Is a ghost?” Julie quivered as she spoke.
“Na it couldn’t be.” Russel said.
“Actually it is a possibility that Julie could be right. I don’t know how but I do know it's possible.”Bonnie reasoned.
“Well, whatever is wrong with it we have to bring it back right? Please say n-” Julie said.
“Yup we’re bringing it back.”
“This is why it looks like it hasn’t been polished in ages,” Bonnie said. “Because it hasn’t.”
“Well, are you two gonna to polish it?” said Julie.
“I don’t think I can,” Russel replied.
“Me neither! Somethings just not right with that car.” Bonnie added.
The group got hungry so they clocked out and started their long walk to Babinski’s brother’s bakery, Babinski’s Bakery. The bakery sold many french goods. They walked past 5th street, and a cold fog blew over the sidewalk. They heard the engines of a car revving, it was getting louder and louder. They turned around and there it was the grey tesla zooming straight for them. They jumped out of the way just as the tesla drove right over where they were standing moments before.
“Did you see the driver?” Russel gasped, “No one bought the car before we closed, right?”
“No, I was at the desk, I didn’t see anyone coming in,” Bonnie replied.
“This is scary! Really scary!” Julie yelled.
“Why did we choose to walk down 5th street? All there is is a cemetery and a valley,” Russel whispered shakily.
Then, they heard a loud bang come from down the street. There, lying in the ditch, was the car. The three teens ran over. Bonnie looked inside. “Oh, god. Oh, god, there is no driver. Guys, is it just me or did I feel a REALLY cold chill run through me.”
“I don’t think that was just you,” Russel said.
Julie covered her eyes and started sobbing. “I hate scary things. I hate petrifying things!”
The tesla's motor sputtered, and started up again. But this time, the car didn't move.
“Did you start the engine?” Bonnie questioned, poking her head from the back.
“No, neither of us touched the car,” Russel replied.
“Is a ghost?” Julie quivered as she spoke.
“Na it couldn’t be.” Russel said.
“Actually it is a possibility that Julie could be right. I don’t know how but I do know it's possible.”Bonnie reasoned.
“Well, whatever is wrong with it we have to bring it back right? Please say n-” Julie said.
“Yup we’re bringing it back.”
“Come on,” Julie groaned.
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