1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Your parents were going to be gone for a while. They went to Delaware to visit some other family members, leaving you home alone. You were bored and figured since you had just gotten your driver's license, you would take your father's car out for a joyride. A 1960 Cadillac Deville. He had bought it recently, but since he was gone you thought it would've been fine. You took some friends to the mall since you were the only one with an available car a valid driver's license. That was a mistake. You dropped your friends back off at their houses and started to drive home when you heard a strange noise coming from the front of the car.

You quickly pulled over to the side of the road and got out. You popped the hood, but couldn't figure out what was wrong. You shrugged it off and got back in and started driving again. The noise got louder, almost as if someone was hitting the inside of the car with a metal bat. You grew concerned, your father was going to kill you if you didn't get this fixed. You drove around for a moment before you found it. The DX. You parked around the front and wasn't exactly sure what to do. You heard the sound of footsteps exiting the garage. You looked over and you rolled down the window to see who it was.

The man stood there for a moment and let out a sigh before his eye caught onto your car and your distressed face. He started to head over to see what had happened. "Hey," He said, coming over and resting his elbow on the vehicle and leaning down to look through the window. "You need he—" The car made that same pinging noise, cutting him off.

You reached over and turned the car off. "I'm not a mechanic but I don't think.." You started before he interrupted, "Yeah it ain't supposed to be making that sound." He grumbled before stepping back. "Go ahead and step out so I can take a look. I'm Steve, by the way."