A Rainy Day

It was peltinging. I and mother were coming back from our forest camping ground as the plan was all washed away in the rain water. It was virtually 10 at night. We both were all alone. The rain got heavier, the wipers of the machine faster. The streets were empty. Our auto fleeted through the logged water and the wheels splashed the water all around the bushes nearby. Everything was quiet. I tried to turn the radio on but the communicate was non caught in the dense forest. Mom checked the mobile. Not totally the battery was low but there was no coverage.Dad was break of station. He was not at home from a month or more. Mom drove really fast. She was worried about old grandmother at home. Suddenly the knell rang. It was an unknown number. I picked up the phone. hello. Hello Are you there? The phone was cut. We didnt wonder who was there. We thought that the phone must be cut because of low coverage. It was ignored. We headed on. After a naut mi or two, amidst the foggy amb iance we saw a diminished structure. It was not clear. I thought it was just a foggy illustration.As the car got a bit near, it seemed to be an injured man. As fast as a jaguar, the car had lost its control. Mom couldnt apply brakes. It looked as if an accident is going to take place. The car stopped making a dreadful noise. We looked back there was no one. Mom got off the car. Looked around. What was it? Was it a zombie? Or really a man? We were truly scared. My gist was beating like anything. We reached home-safe and sound. What happened that night nobody knows. We didnt share this hazard with anyone. It was forgotten and considered only a rainy day.