the scariest moment of my life

I’m in the middle back seat just talking away as if nothing is wrong. Don’t know where we are, don’t know how to get back. Its dark, and its rainy with old rotting barns in every direction along with half cut corn fields. That its self should be scary enough, but no it’s not even close to comparing with what will happen next. Like I said, just talking and driving trying to get directions. “That corner is coming sharp guys, watch that turn!” it’s much too late the back end of the car is now sliding, it is sliding right into a field. She is trying to correct it, maybe a little too much. Now crossing through the street and facing the large ditch coming up ahead, much too fast for our control. Back and forth, side to side, from ditch to ditch. Two, three, no four more times. Faces are smacking into windshields and windows, I’m flying all over the back seat with no control of my own body. The ditch is so deep that when I look to my left all I can see is grass and dirt pressed against my window with my face against it as well, but it is still not over one more jerk of the wheel sends us back out of the ditch. Finally the car stops, directly in the middle of the road, I look to my right and once again, I see that old half torn barn by my side. The car starts again without a word to be said from the passengers, we are sitting in complete silence until we see lights ahead, and finally our almost tragic and uncontrollable nightmare has come to an end.