Silent Ride

The party had just ended.

It wasn't really a good one, and it had lasted longer than expected. I was tired and I really just wanted to go home, that's why I decided to take the back roads, yet as the cool air rushed past my head I began to think. I never liked being alone.

Hated it for most of my life, especially when I'm driving alone I always feel like I'm being watched, which must sound weird, and I know it's just my imagination but... sometimes it just gets to me.

My wristwatch glowed in the dark of my car, it read 3:25 A.M

I laughed a little inside, most people say bad things happen at three A.M., now you may called me a hypocrite but I wasn't really into superstition, yet the feeling of loneliness seemed to grow with every second until it gnawed at my very being.

That is when I saw him.

He was standing there on the side of the road waving for a ride, yet he couldn't be older than fourteen maybe fifteen.

"Why would a child be hitchhiking at this time of night on this road" I asked, waiting for a response that would never come, I considered stopping feeling pity for the child...

I never did.

I did however look back at the child and as I did I could make out something shiny reflecting the moonlight almost shaped like a knife... But I guess it was just my imagination

A couple days later, I would find out the police had found the body of a trucker, who's truck was parked as if waiting for someone to get in.

Now every time I drive alone, I still feel like I'm being watched but now I know it's not just my imagination.

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Credited to Protoman45

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