As the car came to a jerking stop I realized that that the oil must have a leak, as the sensors now were coming to life, almost yelling at me. I got out of the car to rummage through the trunk to look for some quarts. I checked my phone and saw no reception; this day couldn’t get any worse I figured. I spotted a farmhouse only a mile ahead, figured I might as well make the trek and ask for some oil or at least call my boss to let him know I wouldn’t be at the conference. I started to head out as the clouds seemed to be moving faster than before to be gathering just around me. I looked up at the farm place and saw some kids dart inside like I was some evil spirit coming in with the cold weather. My long rugged coat I knew would keep me warm but the rain was starting to fall on my face where it seemed colder than anything else I can remember. I approached the house and in the window I saw this man with a huge beard giving me this evil look, nothing like showing up to an Amish house for some salvation as I look like a demon for sure by the rain and fog I knew this dreary evening couldn’t get much worse now, with the turbulent winds and the lighting ringing within my head.
