The Death Car
It was a alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse night in September. The rain was hitting on the car roof as George and Marie Winston drove through the empty country roads towards the house of their friends, the Harrisons, where they were going to attend a party to alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse the engagement. As they drove, they listened to the local radio station, which was playing classical music.
They were about five miles from their alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse when the music on the radio was interrupted by a news announcement:
"The Cheshire police have issued a serious warning after a man escaped from Colford Mental Hospital earlier this evening. The man, John Downey, is a alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse who killed six people before he was captured two years ago. He is described as large, very strong and extremely alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse. People in the Cheshire area are warned to keep their doors and windows locked, and to call the police immediately if they see anyone acting strangely."
Marie shivered. "A crazy killer. And he's out there somewhere. That's alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse."
"Don't worry about it," said her husband. "We're nearly there now. Anyway, we have more important things to worry about. This car is losing power for some reason -- it must be that old problem with the carburetor. If it gets any alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse, we'll have to stay at the Harrisons' tonight and get it fixed before we travel back tomorrow."
As he spoke, the car began to slow down. George pressed the accelerator, but the engine only coughed. Finally they stopped, as the engine died alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse. Just as they stopped, George pulled the car off the road, and it came to park under a large tree.
"Blast!" said George angrily. "Now we'll have to walk in the rain."
"But that'll take us an hour at least," said Marie. "And I have my high-heeled shoes and my nice clothes on. They'll be alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse!"
"Well, you'll have to wait while I run to the nearest house and call the Harrisons. Someone can come out and pick us up," said George.
"But George! Have you forgotten what the radio said? There's a maniac out there! You can't leave me alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse here!"
"You'll have to hide in the back of the car. Lock all the doors and lie on the floor in the back, under this blanket. No-one will see you. When I come back, I'll knock three times on the door. Then you can get up and alonecelebratecoldcompletelydangerousdestinationmurdereropenruinedscaryworse it.