Lance and Karl Ellis and their girlfriends Brandi and Jennie had been disappointed after visiting Cross Castle near Clinton Road. No Satan worshipers, goat’s heads, or dead cats. Now they were racing north as the Jiles black pickup roared after them.
Jennie screamed hearing another shotgun blast but Lance turned the curve just in time and it missed.
“We never should have come out here, Karl.” In the backseat, Brandi hit his shoulder.
“Wait. Can’t see his headlights in the mirror. He’s gone.”
They’d sought one terror and a different one nearly killed them. Now they were safe. Then the restored 1958 Plymouth Fury lunged forward.
“Slow down. We’re okay.” Jennie put her hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“It’s not me. The car’s doing it by itself.”
“Knock if off.” Karl was laughing nervously.
Then the radio came on and the analog tuner cycled across the dial picking out different stations, “Hello…kidz…I…am…Christine.”
I wrote this for the What Pegman Saw writing challenge. The idea is to take a Google Maps image and location and use them as the inspiration for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 150 words long. My word count is 150.
Today, the Pegman takes us to Clinton Road, West Milford, New Jersey which according to the description, has a “strange reputation.” I started with Wikipedia but decided not to use it since there is so much else on the web about this stretch of highway.
There’s a ton of info at Weird NJ about the Ghost Boy and Cross Castle, but I also found an interesting article about the Jiles Jones Phantom pick-up truck. I used the latter two legends in my wee tale.
Then, just for fun, I added a small element from Stephen King’s 1983 novel Christine.
Rather than me writing lengthy descriptions of all of this, click the links I’ve provided to learn more.
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