THE TERRIFYING THREESOME
By: Pauline Lee
(I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Unfortunately I do not subscribe to Faithwriter's Private Messaging service)
The road ahead had almost disappeared into the thick fog. I could feel my car sway a little and the tyres unsteadily losing momentum on the mountainous road.
"We should be reaching the peak anytime now," the voice from the passenger seat assured me.
"It's too misty, I can't see a thing!" I exclaimed like a maniac as I manoeuvred the car so very slowly that even the slowest of snails could have caught up and overtaken my beetle.
"The weather station forecasted a storm in this vicinity. Maybe it's going to rain soon. Quick, we got to get to the top soon, else we'll both be stranded on this highway," Sarah discomfortingly retorted.
Sarah and I had not planned this trip that weekend. A 2-year relationship with her doting boyfriend ended when Sarah found out that he was two-timing her. Being the younger and more caring sister I was, I decided we should get away so that she could take her mind off and relax.
Suddenly I noticed an object in the front and barely 10 feet from my car, I slammed the brakes just on time to avoid a collision. Sarah's hand reached out to mine while I sat dumb stricken and panicking for an answer to this close accidental encounter. Sarah's hand was icy cold. So were mine. The object was a vehicle and I all I could see, though faintly, were 2 heads in the back of the car, one of an adult and the other a child.
"Looks like a woman and a child. And I think their car has broken down because the hood is open and the driver is missing," I said.
"Perhaps we should get down and see if they need help," Sarah replied
"No, wait. I think we should be careful. I've read news about highway robbers. And I'm aware this is a trap cause no car will just park itself in the middle of a road. Most vehicles would pull up to the side. I think we should pray," I noted.
"Pray?" Sarah gasped. "I heard about this mountain highway being haunted but never have I heard about robbers trying to lay road traps in a terrible weather like this," she said.
"There's no such thing as HAUNTED!" I assured us. But little did I know that I too was rather perturbed by the complexity of this issue. I never believed in ghosts. The question of evil spirits did mock me but I was rather bemused if it chose to appear in such form.
Despite every effort to console ourselves, we decided to pray and seek God for wisdom and safety. No car seemed to make its presence. Not another soul in sight to help. Sarah and I held each other's hands and just prayed. We had to decide whether to flee or to help. Hindsight told us to leave the scene but the heart convicted us to be Samaritans. So now, we were caught in a dilemma that only the Lord could intervene.
As we seriously sought God in worship and prayer, we heard a voice from a distance, about a hundred yards in front. We spotted headlights of another vehicle on the opposite side of the road. I rolled down the window and heard a man's voice shouting, "Get away from that car. This is the police!"
We were not sure if he was directing the instruction at us but that seemed obvious that he wanted everyone to leave the scene. The mist had somewhat subsided. The woman and child were still sitting in the car, hugging each other, and crying. I could see that their faces were terrified.
As the mist cleared, I looked towards the far distance and saw the man in his uniform waving his flashlight towards us, obviously trying hard to catch our attention.
"I think we'd better leave now," I told Sarah as I started the engine without a hint of doubt.
We passed the vehicle and to our most astonishing sight, stood 3 blood-sucking ghostly figures over a dead brutalised man. I looked away immediately, deeply disturbed at the flesh tearing scene. Sarah started to cry and scream. I drove away as fast as I possibly could. We also gathered from the resort authorities that this was not the first time the terrifying threesome had appeared in public. They were vampires kept by a local witch doctor. We asked them why no one had caught the witch doctor. The people replied that they had been trying for the past 50 years but much to their dismay, all attempts had been unsuccessful. However to everyone's surprise, this tormenting experience had not deterred tourists and visitors from coming to the resort. And the resort manager said that business had grown so much over the period that the police could no longer be bothered with tracking down the murderers.
Sarah and I could not help but felt disturbed at their remarks and attitude. We suspected that the resort could be behind the entire scheme to build this story as a showcase to draw the crowd.
I hope this story reminds us never to take our lives for granted. Something that seems purely innocent and safe may demand our prayers. This was a story related by the people who experienced this incident several years ago on a highway in South East Asia while driving to a highland resort. Therefore let us be wary of the enemy and always be God armoured to fight evil whichever form it takes to deceive us.