Lester Wendon pulled his Mustang into the mall parking lot and turned off the ignition. He casually removed a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment and lit it with a match. He didn't much care for lighters. He preferred matches and enjoyed that sharp but brief odor of sulfur. He glanced at his watch and cursed. His girlfriend Marcy was supposed to be waiting for him in the parking lot. If he had to reschedule his band's first gig again he'd make her sorry.

Finally he heard footsteps and the sound of the passenger door opening.

"It's about time you showed up, Marcy. Where have you-"

The person sitting in the passenger seat wasn't Marcy. It was someone else who seemed vaguely familiar. It was a teenage boy wearing a denim jaket and bluejeans. His hair was spiked and his skin was pale. The boy turned and looked at Lester, smiling like a wolf that had just brought down its prey.

Lester felt uneasy and demanded,"Who in hell are you, kid? Get outta my car!"

"It's been a long time, Lester. Too long." The teenager's smile grew, revealing rotted teeth. A foul stench came from his breath.

Suddenly Lester remembered a boy in high school he had run down with his car five years ago. Lester grabbed the revolver that lay beneath his seat. He pointed the gun at the supposedly dead teenager and fired. The bullet penetrated the corpse's skull with no effect.

"It's time you come with me, Lester. You'll like it where I'm going to take you. All the barfights you can handle and all that ghastly sulfur smell, too. Might be a touch too hot for you though."

Lester screamed as the Mustang burst into flames…

The End.