The Demon Within

It was past midnight now, and I still had a while until I met my destination.  The girl I picked up an hour ago was asleep in the seat beside me.  She was a hitchhiker.  I couldn’t leave a teenager alone at night in the pouring rain, I had to pick her up.  She seemed pretty happy that someone was finally giving her a ride.

I didn’t know her real name, only that her friends call her “Jo.”  She looked so calm, so peaceful.  Her brown hair obscured half her gorgeous face, her lips flexed in a barely noticeable smile.  She must be having a nice dream.

I tried to remember the last dream I had, but had no luck.  Then, I felt it; a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.  A terrible, ugly feeling.  I looked down at the girl as I drove, hoping her smiling face might help me overcome and not give in to the demon within… but I could feel it clawing to get out.

I didn’t want to.  I couldn’t.  I needed to get the girl out of the car, but that would take too long.  It would happen before then.

I continued to struggle, fighting an inner battle.  Then… No.  I couldn’t contain it.  It happened: I let out the most monstrous fart I’d ever released.   It was legendary.  It was the kind of thing kids would tell stories about to scare younger kids.

I reluctantly looked to see if the beast that escaped my body had woken the girl.  It hadn’t, but the smile had faded and she looked to be having a nightmare now.

Credit: Jordan D.

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