Return of the Demon Light!

This past week I was engaged in a vehicular struggle between good and evil with the demon battery light in my car. Finally, that vile thing has been vanquished from my dashboard but not before sucking the life out of the “Sliver Bullet” just after I thought it was gone for good.

The little demon light had been taunting me for weeks coming on then going off, on, off, on, off. Never showing itself when it was supposed to, which was usually when I pulled into the garage to prove to my mechanic I wasn’t nuts. Finally on an off day the light was on while I was there and they took the cat right in. This was the Friday of last weekend. After being in the garage all weekend I got the “Silver Bullet” back that following Monday with a new battery and alternator. That Tuesday the little red led vampire reared its ugly head again after being in the garage all weekend and apparently tricking the garage guys it was fixed. It showed itself mockingly on my way to my mother’s house only staying a twenty to thirty seconds at a time. I thought nothing of it and figured I was no worse off than before. But I would take the car BACK to the garage AGAIN and give those guys what for. I made it safely to my mother’s house and stuck around for while to give the car a rest.

As I left my mother’s house the evil light returned but again only for a few seconds at a time…for a few miles. Then it began to glare at constantly and only when I accelerated. I could hear its tiny little malicious voice saying, “Hahaha! Thought you were rid of me were you? NEVER!” I made it three quarters of the way home before the lights dimmed, the engine stopped and the car went black. The only thing I could think of as I sat in my dead automobile was,” At least I don’t have to see that DAMN light anymore!” The whole scenario was like a scene from a horror novel. It was raining, my phone was dying and my car had broken down but I wasn’t on a deserted road I rolled into Wegmans parking lot. I called AAA to tow the car back to the garage and then I called my friend to meet me there to take me home. I thought for sure the demon light had won.

The next morning (after getting another ride to work) I stopped at the garage to make sure they saw the dead car in the lot. When I walked in I didn’t have to say word. The head mechanic saw me come in and said with extreme determination, “You’re the priority today.” He had that same look on his face as the priest from The Exorcist. He was out to get that evil red light once and for all. I came back to the garage that afternoon and walked into the office where I was the mechanic hunched over the desk. He looked like he had gone twenty rounds with the devil himself. He handed me my keys and told me I was all set. I thanked him for his help and got in the car. I turned the key staring at the spot with the demon light lived for the past few month waiting for it to appear again. The car started no light. That night I drove the car for an hour and half straight, no light. It’s been almost a week now and still no light. I think I can safely say, “This car is clean.”