Original (in German):

"Wer reitet so spat durch Nacht und Wind?

Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;

Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,

Er faβt ihn sicher, er halt ihn warm."

~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe "Der Erlkönig"

[English translation:

"Who rides, so late, through night and wind?

It is the father with his child.

He holds the boy in the crook of his arm,

He holds him safe, he keeps him warm."]

I never liked road trips. But, then again, they were just a few boring hours of my life wasted in exchange for precious video gaming time.

Here I was, bored to hell listening to the radio on the front seat. My ears were going to throw up any minute from the same old songs and the same old drone of the same old car.

"Are we there yet?" I asked for the forty fifth time.

"I don't know, Ken," my father said, getting annoyed. "Maybe you know the answer."

I sighed, and changed the channel on the radio five times and finally to a song I had already heard around seven times in the past hour.

I groaned and turned the radio off.

When I was young, the highway excited my nerves because it made me feel fast. As I grew up, I realized that getting second place in a cross country race was a much better and stronger dose of that feeling.

"Mom and Sterling are lucky," I said.

My father sighed. "Do you want me to turn around and drop you off at the mall, then?"

I rolled my eyes. "Never mind."

My brother Sterling and my mother were at the mall back where we lived, because my brother needed something nice to wear at the Senior Ball. As a freshman, my life was as dull as the color of the road.

I sighed again, and realized I was getting bored of sighing too. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the side of the seat.

The drone of the engine and the wind were lullabies played backwards, but suddenly, I found myself being pulled from reality, and into my worst nightmare.

Author's note: Hey, reader. Glad you read this. I know this might not be the best story out there but it was pretty fun to write. Keep in mind that the story will be very fast paced in general. If something doesn't make sense, blame it on the poem. Just kidding. Anyways, review please!