A message

White noise hissed at me.

"Stupid radio", I thought, bashing at the radio dial once with the palm of my hand.

"Hello Ben," the seductive female voice peeled out of the white noise. The radio was silent. I had just enough time to doubt I'd heard anything when she spoke again, "We've been watching you."

It was important to remain calm. Outwardly, I did so but I could feel my heart beginning to pound. Carefully I checked my mirrors - nothing stood out as 'demon odd'. I tried looking up through my windscreen. Again nothing; nothing conclusive.

"That's right Ben, maybe we're watching you right now.... maybe you can't see us. Maybe we like what we see." the voice purred.

"Maybe we don't!" and all of a sudden there was anger and hate instead of the velvety tones.

"Maybe we do...." sweetness and nice again.

I edged my van forward, pulling a left into a busier road, I should at least try and put some distance between myself and this scene. Just in case. It might work.