And it's getting late, and our friend Reuben asks me if I can drive him home since it's on my way, so I agree. As we're heading back to town

, we continue telling creepy stories, stuff that's actually happened to us, but mostly just to pass the time.

Just as we finish telling stories, I hit Monte Vista, and turn onto Callen St., where he lives. I stop at a stop sign, and my car dies.

In not the greatest neighborhood in Vacaville.

So, I'm freaking out, but Reuben's acting all cool, being the rather large, laid back Mexican dude that he is.

So I call Chris to tell him the irony of what just happened, and he gives me some suggestions on what to do, but nothing really works.

So I then call my mom and ask her if she can call me a tow truck since she has AAA, but it's only covered for her and not anyone else.

I call Chris back and ask him if he can come down and take a look at my car, and possibly give me a ride home. In the meantime, we push my

car to Reuben's house. As we're pushing it, a cop drives up and asks if we need help, and he offers to push my car with his car.

We make it to Reuben's house, and Chris and our other friend Dutch arrive and he concludes that it's my fuel filter or fuel pump.

Long story short, don't tell ghost stories while driving someone home. It almost never turns out well for anyone.