Arnie saw Christine for the first time and fell in love with her. I was with him that day—we were on our way home from work—and I would testify on the matter before the Throne of Almighty God if called upon to do so. Brother, he fell and he fell hard. It could have been funny if it hadn’t been so sad, and if it hadn’t gotten scary as quick as it did. It could have been funny if it hadn’t been so bad.
How bad was it?
It was bad from the start. And it got worse in a hurry.
And so begins Stephen King’s classic haunted car story, Christine. If you haven’t read it then you are in for the cruise ride of your life. And if you have read it then the prospect of re-visiting will surely have your stomach tied up in knots.
