Journal entry #1 recorded message
Ever notice as you go past that large empty parking lot at the end of a long shift; or late at night. There is only one street lamp on out of hundreds, always near the left corner next to the street. under this light is always an out of place car, old beat up the color always seems to be the same always playing the same out of place song. It can a perfectly clear night with a slight breeze and yet in the light its always sprinkling on the car. You stare at it the music gets louder and more present, it’s still faded like a distant memory but it draws you in. soon you notice the car door is standing wide open, and the window is cracked; There is a feeling of grief. Before you realize it you are walking towards the car, you can hear a woman’s voice crackling as if it was recorded and playing on a loop.
“I Love you, be safe” it speaks, you can swear you hear a loud pop right as you are snapped back to reality by the screaming car horn behind you. you glance back before going on your way; the car is gone, the light is off, and the ground is dry. You come back, again and again, every night the car is there. As you ask around, you find more people have seen it and were drawn to it only to have it disappear; like how it did with you that night.