Where The Streets Have No Name
I have no idea where I am. This isn’t your standard ‘took a wrong turn somewhere’ lost either. I didn’t listen to a broken GPS. I didn’t even just go into a new city where I have no clue where anything is located. I mean that I don’t know if I’m even in reality anymore.
I should explain. It did start out as being simply lost. I was going to visit my aunt in a different city and I went down the wrong road. Ended up at a little gas station in the middle of nowhere. Everything around me was choked with trees and I definitely was nowhere near where I needed to be. So, I stopped. I went in and the lady at the desk was friendly enough. I explained my problem and she seemed sympathetic, so she gave me some directions. I needed to keep going straight, then turn right at the third road, then take that all the way into the city. She was pretty insistent that I stick with the third road and, at the time, I didn’t exactly know why.
I do now. I screwed it up. I was singing along with my radio and realized I hadn’t been paying attention to the roads. So, when the next road came up, I turned. I assumed it was the third road. After all, how many roads could there be?
I drove down that until the sun started to set and I grew a little worried. Did I take a wrong turn? About when I was thinking of turning around, though, I saw lights in the distance like a beacon. I had made it! Ten minutes later, I was no longer down a dark country road, but in a city with tall buildings and brilliant lights. It was comforting.
I turned on my GPS to get me the rest of the way and that’s when things went wrong. The GPS didn’t say anything. Well, it did, but it sounded like gibberish. Like the voice had some serious interference going on. In either case, it was useless.
Time to call my aunt. I picked up my phone, despite knowing that I could get in some trouble for using it while driving, and dialed her number. I recoiled as I put it to my ear, as there was just a loud, metallic screeching instead of a dial tone. That wasn’t good.
Resolving to ask for directions at the next opportunity, I continued to drive. Nothing looked familiar. Not just in the sense that I hadn’t been there before, but in the sense of things appeared wrong. Too many windows or too few. Maybe a color that didn’t belong. And I saw nobody walking around. Or driving around. It was night, yeah, but the place looked deserted aside from the lights blaring everywhere.
I’ve been driving for days now. My gas hasn’t changed. I want to pull over but something stops me.
What happens when this place realizes I’m lost?
Here is where I''ll post random stories that aren't, as of yet, in a larger book. Call it a free ride into the mouth of madness, yo.