The Foggy Night

I went out to dinner with my family last night. Then we went back to my moms boy-friends house. I went in his car with Jeremy, Joey, Jacob, and Phil. It was a dark foggy night. We were on our way home from Denny’s and we could barely see three feet in front of us. It got worse and worse as we kept driving. Phil is low on gas. We are praying that we will get home be for we run out.

Tow miles later we come down to a slow stop. A few minuets later we here three loud Bangs. We are all petrified. We have a swamp to our right and woods to our left, we are the only car on the road. No one in the car wants to move. The loud bang sounded like a gun. Phil rolls down his window and peeks out slowly to see if he can see any thing. He could only see a little due to how thick the fog was. He saw a shadow or something laying on the ground in front of the car and he saw little red spots splattered around it. He rolls up his window and starts to call the cops. First he explains that his car ran out of gas and he needs a tow truck and the he explains what we heard and what he had saw on the ground.

Ten minuets later the cops, Fire truck and ambulance arrived. The cops told us that is was a god thing that we did not get out of the car and try and push it or walk home because someone had gotten shot and killed in front of our car and we could only hear it because of the fog. When we got home we told my mom what had happened. She was a little scared at first. Then she said that she is just glad that every thing is ok.