Ghost Drive

This here's an older story that I wrote, and I have nowhere else to put it. Hope ya'll don't mind something without a rhyme, and stanzas. lol

Ghost Drive

It was a dark, wretched night... The rain was pouring down in sheets, and the windshield wipers were running as swiftly as they could move, but to very little avail. The road was still nearly impossible to see, even with all of the many street lights whizzing by the rain-soaked windows of the speeding car.
"Wait! Don't go yet! Please, don't leave me! I'm almost there! Please, don't let go!!"
"Click-"... The rain had begun to beat even harder on the rusted roof of the old sportscar, and the road ahead was as black as smoke, even with the aid of the high beams. It seemed as if hours were passing by each minute, and with each second of the minute, another streetlight faded in and out of existence, just as the moon waxes and wanes with each passing of the lunar cycle. The car was going in excess of twenty miles over the speed limit, with no signs of slowing down, regardless of what may or may not possibly be just around the next corner. Often, an occasional puddle in the road would set the car off balance, rearranging its heading by fractions of degrees off of what its original direction was.
Some red, overhanging lights appeared in a near distance, and the car's turn signal shown towards the right. The car barely seemed to decellerate as it entered the turn. Fortunately, nothing was around the corner when the car made the turn, for about a quarter into the turn, the car's rear tires began slipping, and the driver had to counter-steer just right in order to keep on going. Halfway into the turn, the headlights shown upon a road sign that read, "Wits End," and about one hundred and fifty feet down the road, the streetlights could be seen no more. The car corrected its turn and continued to proceed down the forsaken road, the street lights' constant barrage of alternating luminescence vanishing along with the night.
Trees could be seen outlining the path ahead, providing a canopy for that black river that was the road. The rain seemed to come down harder under the trees, as the drops were much larger and far more fierce to the ear as they hit the roof of that tired, old sportscar. The windshield wipers never ceased to function at rapid speed, as the rain that hit the windshield seemed to be a most terrible nuisance, causing near blindness for the driver as he tried with all of his might to see the road ahead, even through the endless raindrops. The car never ceased to keep its velocity, and yet again, it perservered to be more than twenty miles over the speed limit.
The road seemed to go on like this for another twenty seven minutes until it became far rougher than it previously was. It was washboarded now, indicating that somewhere down the line, it had transgressed into a dirt road. Now, the old car was slinging mud and silt all over its sides and wheels, and the handling was indeed much looser than it previously was. The driver found himself counter-steering nearly every three seconds, for he still kept his speed, never ceasing to reduce his pace.
Passing into an opening in the trees could be seen, pale as death, the moon, in all of its glory, as God had put it there, lighting the night sky, even through the clouds and the rain. Its effect on the flooded ground was that of an eerie glow, the likes of which almost made it seem as if the ground itself were glowing. Passing by a nearby fenceline could be seen an old oak tree, made almost to look omenous in the waning moonlight. The car sped on...
The car had been driving for nearly thirty-eight minutes down Wits End, when the treeline could be seen in the distance. The rain had stopped suddenly, as if it had been intentionally halted, and all that was left was the flooded, washboarded road ahead and the crystal luminance of the moonlight on the puddles all around. The car passed through the first set of trees, and then another. Second by second, the trees started to get thicker, and the ground under them seemed to dry quite suddenly. The car gained speed, entering deeper into the woods, and with each passing second the trees never ceased to get thicker. The driver turned the windshield wipers off, and pursued a higher speed than before. The canopy above seemed not to thicken though, as the moonlight in the area remained the same. The driver turned the high beams off now, and even still, the the area seemed to glow with the moonlight, all the while, the trees were continually getting ever thicker. Still, the moonlight remained the same brightness as it was before.
Suddenly, the car stops. The driver cuts the headlights off, and the only light to be seen now is the pale moonlight. However, the strangest thing about that was that, the light didn't seem to come from the sky... The driver looked out his window, and looked above, and to his suprise, the tree canopy was as thick as it could be. So then, why was it that the road and all around it seemed to glow with an azul luminescence?
The driver's cell phone rang, and he immediately, without even checking the caller ID, answered the phone and opened his ear and listened. There was a static noise in the background, and the only other thing to be heard was that of which sounded familiar, but couldn't be directly related to anything at that moment. The only thing the driver could think of was the distinct thought of a dank, dreary hospital room, with all of its machinery nearby. He listened eagerly for even the slightest difference in sound, but none was to be heard, and so he almost hung up the phone, when toward the direction he had been driving a bright, shining, and blinding light appeared beyond the trees. As he stood there, perplexed and in sheer awe by the light, it seemed to get brighter, and it started to burn slightly, even through the car. The driver looked away from the light and attempted to back up, but in vain, for the car seemed to be stuck in place. The only way he could try is fowards. Without hestitating, the driver gears the car and creeps toward the light, his hand on the shifter. Suddenly, without warning, the light engulfed the driver and his car, and he found himself in an entirely different place altogether. No longer was he on Wits End, but he was at the gates of an immaculate city, the likes of which he had never laid eyes ...
A being floated towards his car, carrying itself on six wings of white. Its garments were as white as snow, and its skin was so bright that the man couldn't even bear to look at it. It put what looked to be a hand out, reaching towards his window. Just as it did this, it lowered its hand, and the window came down with it. The first words he heard were, "Don't turn off the phone..." Alas! He had left it on as he was being engulfed by the light!
The driver said to the being, "Wh-Who are you?" The being answered, "I am Seraphim." Immediately, the driver thought about an angel, wrapped in the most whitest of white, and adourned with great wings, as the eagle. The angel continued, "Cheribum, my brother, asked me to give you a message from Master. He says that 'your time is not yet come.'" Immediately, the sound from the phone behind the static was made clear. It was a dephibrillator. The sound he had heard from the phone was an electronic pulse dephibrillator!!
The angel spoke again, saying, "Our Master wishes that you open the door, for He has been knocking for a very long time, now. Additionally, He wishes that you would cleanse yourself in water, so as to be made honourable to Him, and so that He can enter in and flood your place with His Majesty."
Utterly confused, the man stumbled out of his car and said, "Wait, what are you saying?" The angel responded, "His Majesty wishes to dwell in your temple, with His Ghost. You really should not pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity, for you may never get another chance. The Master has been very generous to you..."The angel fell silent for a few seconds, and then added, "Check your caller ID." And with much haste, the man checked the caller ID, and read the Name on it: 'Emmanuel.' He looked back up, only to see that Seraphim had disappeared.
Suddenly, a Voice could be heard from the speaker of the phone. It was a Voice like that of which the man had never heard in his life. It said, "Return from whence ye came. Thou canst not enter this Place yet. Go ye henceforth, and return to whence ye came."
Swiftly, the man yelled into the speaker and asked how he could get back, but the only word that returned to him was the word, 'return.' He repeated his question, and he heard the Voice respond using the same word, repeating, "Return......Return........Return....." Hopeless, the man re-entered his car and sat there, weeping bitterly. Suddenly, a hand layed on his shoulder and a familiar voice asked him, "Why have you no faith in my Master?" He turned his head to reveal Seraphim, in the passenger seat. "His plan of action is clear. Start your car." The man did as was requested.
Upon the starting of the car, the light around him engulfed him again, and he woke up to the sight of his immediate family, his wife, some doctors, and a preacher, holding a King James Version Bible. He was in a hospital bed, with all shapes and sizes of tubes and needles running in and out of his torn and shattered body. His wife started crying out, "I told you not to go traveling down that road with that car! You knew how unsafe it was, especially in the rain!! You had me worried sick." She was bursting into tears and trying to restrain herself from hugging him, knowing that if she did, it could very well inflict unnecessary pain to him. She cried, "We thought we had lost you forever." He gave a light smirk and then told them about what he had thought had happened.
At the end of his story, the preacher interpreted the events of his near-death experience, and advised that he accept Jesus Christ into his life, be baptized in Jesus' Name for the remission of his sins, and recieve the Holy Ghost; basically the same thing Seraphim and the "Voice on the phone" told him, just simplified. That day, he recieved Jesus as his Saviour and King, as did the rest of his family.
A few days later, after he had been released, he and his wife were riding in the elevator down, and she said, "Well, we're gonna have to wait for your sister to get here, since we no longer have a car anymore." The elevator door opened, and the two walked through the foyer and out into the open breeze. They chose a nearby bench to sit down upon, and they talked about what to do with the bills and about the car. They sat talking for about five minutes, until a dove landed on a nearby white sportscar, and it just happened to catch his eye that under the dove, taped to the mirror of the car was a note. He walked up to it and held the note in the bright light. It read, "To My Son." On the back were taped a set of keys and a spare set, and under them were the words, "Go to My House tonight..." The man looked at his wife, and with a smirk, opened the door to the car and put the key into the ignition, and started it up. He unlocked the door for his wife, and as she was getting in, she noticed a suitcase in the back seat. She took the case, and under it was a final note, reading, "This is to cover the expenses..." She opened the case and, to their surprise, was a check and a Bible. Truly, Jesus had given them another chance...
That night, they were baptized in Jesus' Name, and they recieved the Gift of the Holy Ghost, and began speaking in tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. They had been saved!! Them, and all of their family!