True scary stories of the Black Forest (2 of 5) by DarlaSansby, literature
Literature
True scary stories of the Black Forest (2 of 5)
The bad curve The second story happened to my grandmother. She lives in a very small village, and this happened when my father was just a teenager, so everything was even more rural than it still is today. A lot of farms and farmer's kids, who would frolic around unsupervised. People in the village were very trusting of each other back then. My grandmother worked shifts in a hospital, and would ride to work on a Vespa. But her husband had a car, that he would let the youngsters of the village borrow for fun, as long as they didn't damage it. It was just some lower class model anyways (btw, this was before seat belts were a thing). My dad and his friends were too young to drive legally, but this was around the late 70s, nobody cared. After all, the kids would help around the farms as soon as they were big enough, and driving a tractor isn't that much different. So my father and his friends would take it to just drive around, or to the town just two miles away, that had at least a