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There's a Monster In the Mitsubishi
written by Gage
Illustration by
KKC Bauder

Illustration by KKC Bauder

There was something in the car with Eddie. There was something in the backseat, closely watching him with glowing eyes. He uncomfortably shifted in his seat. Man, this was creepy! He hated being all alone in a car, it scared him. Eddie was afraid someone might break in. And now it had happened.

Eddie's parents had gotten out of the car for a minute to get something in the store. He was sitting alone in the automobile, staring at some bushes. The reason Eddie was so scared was because someone might drive off with him in the car.

If his parents left the key in so he could have air-conditioning, someone could just put their foot on the pedal and speed into the night. If his parents took the key in the store, he'd burn up in the car without the air-conditioning.

He couldn't stand the unbearable heat in Florida. Man, was it cold in Minnesota. It was Winter in Florida, and it was still incredibly hot compared to Minnesota. In Minnesota it snowed. Not in Florida. He had refused to go on the vacation to Florida, because heat did not suit him. His body was accustomed to freezing cold.

What would he do with his coats for the next few weeks. When was the vacation going to end? So, before she left the car, his mom had said, "We're leaving the key in the ignition." Eddie tried to object. "What?" he blurted. "But someone could drive off!"

"Sitting in this car with no air isn't healthy. You can't come in with us, we already have our hands full with Amber, your sister," his mother explained. Eddie scowled. "But someone could--you could lose me--!" he stubbornly retorted.

His mother smiled as someone would to a worrying four year old, and ran her fingers through his blonde wavy locks. "No one's gonna get in the car," she assured. Eddie pushed her hand away. "Honestly, I'm not five. Stop doing that," he ordered, pursing his lips. His mom walked away into the store.

Then his father had approached the window. "Look, if anyone DOES get in, just throw the keys out the window. When the guy goes to get 'em, just run," he had informed. "Thanks," Eddie grunted.

So here he was now, staring into the windshield. And something was sitting in the seat behind him. He had heard it scurry in. Something was watching him. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stick out. He was in danger.

He glanced into the rear-view mirror. A couple of orange eyes was staring back at him. He held his breath. The thing lunged.

* * *

AAH! The thing caught him at the side of his gullet with a black talon. With one swift motion, it streaked it across his throat. The cut would have been fatal, but it was not deep enough to cut the vital vein in Eddie's esophagus. It still hurt like the devil, though.

Black blood ran down his neck as Eddie screamed when his brain registered the sharp pain. He held his hand to his neck, shrieking uncontrollably. He saw the thing crawl into the front seat. It was a weird thing.

It had six toes, each with two sharp claws. The rest of it was... human! An odd sight. It tried to floor it, but Eddie reached for the keys...

He got there first. He ripped the keys out of the ignition and flung them out the window. The thing grazed one talon across Eddie's cheek, blood spurting from his cut. It hurt! He pushed the thing away.

It streaked its claws in the air again, and in two strokes he had missed Eddie and demolished the seat he was sitting in. It trapped him. The creature raised its claws... and nearly plunged the sharp knives into Eddie's stomach.


Instead, his parents exited the store at that time and approached the vehicle. The animal leapt out the window and flashed out of view. It was gone. His parents stepped in the car and burst into hysterics when they saw the cuts on his face and neck.

Many hours later, Eddie had been in the ER for a long time. He had already told them about the monster. Judging by the wounds all over him, they had to believe. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. What was that thing? How did it get into the car?

He held onto that thought for a long time, until he... drifted... to sleep... He woke up. That experience had been days ago. He'd seen the monster days ago, but always dreamed of the incident. He'd only exited the hospital yesterday.

He got out of bed. Today he would do it. He would kill the thing. He had a plan. He would sit in the car, and his dad would hide in it behind him. His dad had a gun. When the thing came in, his dad would shoot it.

So, that night, he got in the car with his dad. It took a while to find the beast. Finally it crawled into the car and tried to attack Eddie. Then, something terrible happened. As Eddie's father focused the barrel on his shotgun, the beast noticed him. With unbelievable agility, it dodged the bullet at point-blank range.

Then, it stuck its talons in his dad's chest. His father gasped for air. Then, Eddie forgot all about the monster. He had to save his dying father. Without thinking, on instinct, he jammed the key in the ignition. He drove.

The beast got an idea. It jumped out the window and hung to the bottom of the car. It ripped out the wiring and disabled the brakes. Eddie swerved out of control.

No brakes. No brakes! He tried to avoid a bunch of trees. He floored it.

No brakes. NO BRAKES.

Eddie narrowly evaded a fence.

No brakes! NO BRAKES!!

The car crunched as he smashed into the hospital door.


He jolted as inertia took hold and the car was totaled. The beast climbed in the window.

"I hhhhhave yyyyyyyou nnnnnow."

Eddie grabbed the gun and aimed at the thing's forehead. No escaping. He fired. The creature, like it was invincible, survived. That's not to say it didn't hurt. The thing scampered away and whimpered.

Eddie grabbed his bloodied dad and rushed him inside the ER. "Help," he said, and crumbled to the floor.

* * *

After the next few days in the hospital, life was pretty complicated. The thing was dead... but was his father... ? Dad...

One day, he found out his father was okay. That same day, they went to the graveyard he would've been buried in. To respect the people his dad had not became. They laid flowers on every grave there. They were grateful.

He saw some grave-diggers shoveling some snow and yanking jewelry off the dead corpse. "Have you no respect for the deceased?" Eddie shouted. The grave-diggers kept taking clothes and jewelry.

They lifted the coffin out of the hole and opened it, collecting all the treasure inside. Eddie got mad. He marched up to the men and looked in the casket. Inside, was the figure he had shot days ago. A bullet-hole in its head showed clearly.

"How long has this man been dead?" he gasped. The grave-diggers looked at the tombstone. "He's been pushin' up daisies since 1922," one said, wiping dirt, muck, and grime from his face. "He was ran over by a car."

The grave-diggers left. The dead thing grew long talons when they did. Instantly, Eddie knew. The thing was undead. He had been in the car with something dead, and shot it. Each night, the undead thing went back to its grave.

He slowly backed away, afraid it might rise. It didn't. He never rode a car again in his life. He was always on a bike. Every night, he stood at the gates of the cemetery. Each night, he saw the thing devour its victims in their vehicles.

Each night, he saw the large talons pierce clothes and penetrate flesh.

Each night, Eddie saw a hand rip from the earth, alive again.

The End

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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.

about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts

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