The Mystery Man in the Blue Car

In the local streets of London there was a man. This man, like any other man in this world, was different. Oh, different in many ways just like the other’s I can tell you, but there was something with this man that made him… well… different. Although nobody noticed it at first, instead of going “home” after his day at work, he would disappear like he was hiding something, just to reappear the next morning for work. When people wanted to go and see him, they would go to his supposed house just to say hello, but they left after they found that he wasn’t there. Of course, he has only lived here for about a month, so maybe he just wrote the address down or something, right?

Well somebody wasn’t so convinced. One day, a fellow employee – Gary – noticed the man’s daily disappearances, and decided to follow this mysterious man after work the following day to see where he goes to. So then comes the next day, and the two men worked like they usually did. When both of their shifts were over, the mysterious man came up to Gary in his brown suit and red bow tie and asked,

“Hey Gary, can you help me bring some stuff down to my car? I have a lot more to carry than I usually do.”

Gary sighs, “Sure I can help John. I got a lot more done today than I thought I did, so I have nothing to carry.”

John smiled, “Thanks man, that will help a lot.”

So, as you probably have guessed, the two men walked down the flight of stairs to the underground garage and up to John’s car. The car was an old blue Mercedes with tinted windows so you couldn’t see the inside. When they reach the vehicle, they pop the trunk and put the stuff in the car, just as you have guessed. ¬†Hey, you in the back, the story isn’t over yet, so sit back down and continue listening please! This is the interesting part.

John thank’s Gary as he walked to his car a few parking spaces down. When Gary starts his car, though, he found that his car battery has died. So Gary pops out of his car, walks over to John and asks,

“Hey can you give me a ride home? My car battery died and I don’t think you have anything to start it up again.”

John looked at him with a little worried look in his face. “Um… I don’t know if I will be able-”

“Please? You’re my only way back to my house. Besides, you pass my house before you get to your’s.”

John sighed, “Alright fine. Don’t freak out about my driving though, please. And don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Yes, of course.” Although the part about being asked not to tell anyone was a little weird.

So John and Gary get in the car, but in all weirdness it didn’t start. Instead, a loud noise that sounded sort of like metal being scratched on metal strings filled the garage (Gary played piano, so he would know), and the blue car just vanished slowly in thin air, never to return again.

Not so boring now, is it?