The Scooter

I kept seeing those orange electric scooters and the first time I loaded the app, it seemed a bit expensive for me for what you got, So I deleted it and decided the bus and shanks pony would be enough for me, but seeing kids and adults speeding around on them made me think it might worth trying just for local journeys where the bus is either infrequent or non-existent.

I was thinking ten years back we couldn't even contemplate anything like this, and they are parked in all sorts of easy to pick up places, and because they are there they are very tempting to try. One of my problems is the number of times that I am nearly hit by adults and youths riding them on pavements, sometimes two up and often with no helmet. The fact they can support two people means that the engine or power source must be more than capable of taking me.

I needed to get to Gosforth and while I could walk or take the bus the scooter was looking like a possible option. Down Fenham Hall Drive across the Central Motorway and then Grandstand Drive before a turn towards Gosforth High Street.

App downloaded and paid for scooter, helmet on and set off on the road, not the footpath. I contemplated going along some of the Town Moor paths as they are wide and safer than the road and would come out on the bridge over the Central Motorway.

It was all fine until I turned onto the Town Moor, the Scoote started to vibrate, not an electric shock, but a vibration. I tried to stop but my feet would not move and speed started picking up. My hands were stuck like they were welded to the handlebars, I couldn’t stop and ominously the gate to the road opened I shot through it, straight into the path of an articulated lorry …………

“Ah we have another one”

I couldn’t see but heard the voice

“What happened? Where am I? Why am I here?”

“Questions, Questions, There’s Always Questions. You are here now and that is all that matters”

“Why am I here?”

“Take him to the processor”

Two big bodies took hold of me and dragged me towards a box, I was thinking "Iron Maiden" or Coffin. I was becoming more frightened by the second.

“What are you doing, don’t put me in there, please…”

My words fell on unlistening ears.

I was forced into the box and the lid was closed, then I heard it being drilled firmly shut.

I wasn’t getting out of here.

Then there was a voice but it was in my head

“You know why you are here. When you were 14 you agreed to sell your soul to us for a good life. Ouija Boards are very powerful tools but people think they are a toy and don’t take them seriously. Just like you.

Now we have to put you into the Processor Box to remove your soul and torment it for as long as we feel like it. Your body will then be food for worms so you will return to your world in one form or another to nourish the grass and trees.

Those Scooters are a great way to isolate people and then bring them here, really just like you they don’t have a clue.

Goodbye, Soul Extraction is very painful but we don’t really care, you are now our plaything”

MY very self was being dragged from my physical form………

I screamed …………..