They were fast approaching Willow road, sirens blazing. When they turned the corner and were forced to a halt because of the massive crowds at the scene of collision. It was as if an extremely entertaining street performer was in the centre of it all and everyone was crowding round to see.
Stu and the rest of his ambulance crew jumped out of the ambulance and shoved through the crowds, desperately trying to get to the crash. When they eventually reached the scene it was a complete and utter mess. One car and driver were completely smashed up. It was horrendous. There was absolutely nothing that the paramedics could do but try to disperse the crowd and wait for the fire brigade to get the driver out of his mangled car. The car looked as if it had crashed, at high speed, into an object and then that object had been removed, leaving just the car and driver, mashed.
Eventually though the fire brigade and police arrived at the scene and dispersed the crowd. They cut open the car to get the driver out, although he was clearly dead.
“Excuse me, excuse me!” a small middle aged man cried at the top of his voice.
“I, I saw it, I saw what happened!” he exclaimed.
Stu's team was far too busy trying to get the driver out of his mashed car to worry about acknowledging a small middle aged man shouting from about fifty metres down the road.
“Please, i saw the accident, i saw what happened” he whimpered whilst walking away from the scene, feeling very annoyed that no one would listen to him.
The paramedics and fire crews were doing an excellent job of clearing the scene of collision, but there was a sense of mystery, mainly because no-one actually knew what had caused the crash.
The police were investigating the crash when that small man came up to them and told them how he seen the crash. The police decided to take a sympathetic line and took him down to the station so he could discuss his story in an interview room where they could record his version of events.
At the station, the man told the police his story. He told them that he had seen a very expensive looking black sports car, very low down to the ground and very streamlined. He also said that it must have been going at least twice the speed limit of 50 miles per hour. The driver must have seen the other car coming from the opposite direction, as he slowed, reversed a long way back, then suddenly accelerated and just ploughed into the oncoming car, leaving it crippled. The black car then just slowly drove around the other car that it had crashed into and simply faded away.
“Thank you sir.” A police officer said, smirking suspiciously.
“You don't believe me do you?” the small middle aged man replied,
“Well no, not really. How come no-one else saw this mystery of a crash when there were clearly other people in the street at the time of the accident?” the police officer asked again.
“Hurgh.” The man sighed and slowly walked out of the interview room, rather annoyed. He was determined to find the black car again.
When he walked out of the police station the car was there, right in front of his eyes, just across the road. He decided to walk across to it. As he did, the car faded again. Strange. He shook his head and turned to walk back, when it was there again, right where he had just come from. Spooky.
The man walked away from all this, back to the original scene of the crash. It was all totally deserted. Only small remains of the car were left, smouldering. In the corner of the man's eye he saw the black car again, just parked up. It was impossible to see if there was a driver in it because of the tinted windows. He was reluctant to go up to it so he just decided to walk off. Suddenly he heard an engine fire up and start crawling towards him. It suddenly increased in speed and was travelling fastly in the man's direction. Was it going to hit him? He yelled and closed his eyes. He felt a strong wind and wasn't sure if he had been hit. He nervously opened his eyes to find out that he was stood it the exact spot.
“Phew!” it was all over.
Nothing was left of this black car any more or of the other car that had been hit. And the streets were spookily quiet again so the small, middle aged man walked on home, when he saw the ambulance, that had been rushed to the scene of the crash, in a ditch. It didn't look as if any one had been hurt, so he continued to walk on home having had seen enough for one day.
JOE TULLY 10BD
