hauntedliving

I used to go to night classes at the Technical School which was about twenty five miles from my house.  Back then my car was really old and would brake down on me a lot.  I didn’t want to make the drive by myself.  I decided to ask around and try to find someone who would want to ride to school and back with me.  I got lucky and found a brother and sister who needed a ride to school and back.  It was fate that Doyle and Patty were looking for someone who they could ride to school with.  This helped them and me.  We became friends and enjoyed the rides together.

One night I went to pick them up as usual but they were not quite ready.  They asked me to come in and have some coffee while I waited for them.  It was a cold night and the hot coffee warmed me up.  After about ten minutes they were ready to go.

On the way to school we noticed an odd noise coming from under the hood of the car.  The car was not acting up in any way so I kept going.  Soon we pulled into the parking lot of the school.  We then parted ways and went to our classes.

I could not concentrate on my classes that night.  I was worried that something was seriously wrong with my car.  Finally it was time to go home.  Once we were in the car I started it up and listened for the noise.  All we could hear was the regular motor sound.  When we were almost out of town the noise began again.  I decided to turn around and try to make it back to the truck stop about a quarter mile back.  When we were almost there the car died.  Doyle got out and opened the hood.  As soon as he lifted the hood he found Martha, their best laying hen.  She had been riding on the motor the whole time and even stayed there while we were in school.  Doyle called his Dad who came for us in his truck.  Since there was only one seat in the truck I had to sit in Doyle’s lap and hold Martha the whole way home.  After her ordeal she was not in a good mood.  Every few seconds she would peck me on the arm.  I think Martha learned her lesson by going to school.  During the rest of her life she never got on a motor again.  As for the car; I had a broke belt.  I think Martha had something to do with that.

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