Beware the Heinous Honda

I am being haunted and I fear that I may lose my sanity by that which I am about to divulge.  A terror has come into my days in the form of a haunted Honda Accord.

The dealer assured that it was a wonderful car, but the way it skids up to stop signs making me lurch in my seatbelt causes me great pain, emotionally and physically.  It veers ever so slightly into the opposite lane on occasion making me suppress screams as my insides turn to jelly.  Sometimes it creeps slowly along the road as if to lull me into a feeling of safety before it abruptly swerves around a curbside rubbish bin with obvious violent intent.

I’m not sure what causes the Were-Honda to change from a docile economy sedan and into a car with sadistic tendencies, but I suspect it has some attachment to my daughter.  Like a poltergeist is attracted to the young, this car seems to show it’s worst when she gets behind the wheel… almost as if she is somehow channeling the Accord’s inner angst into a physical manifestation of motorized mayhem.

Fortunately she will be getting her license in the near future and will no longer require me to ride shotgun, but I fear at what affect this Honda may have on her when she is alone with it.  Already I sense a bond between the two that may prove an issue in the future.

Things are out of my control at this point, and I fear that all we can do is pray.

About Angela Yuriko Smith

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author, and publisher with over 20 years of experience in newspaper journalism. She is a Bram Stoker Awards® Finalist and HWA Mentor of the Year for 2020. She co-publishes Space and Time, a publication dedicated to fantasy, horror and science fiction since 1966. Join the community at
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