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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. |
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. |
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Hated it for most of my life, especially when |
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. |
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My wristwatch glowed in the dark of my car, it read 3:25 A.M |
My wristwatch glowed in the dark of my car, it read 3:25 A.M |
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I laughed a little inside, most people say bad things happen at three A.M., now you may called me a hypocrite but I |
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. |
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That is when I saw him. |
That is when I saw him. |
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He was standing there on the side of the road waving for a ride, yet he |
He was standing there on the side of the road waving for a ride, yet he couldn't be older than fourteen maybe fifteen. |
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"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... |
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I never did. |
I never did. |
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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 |
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 |
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A couple days later, I would find out the police had found the body of a trucker, |
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. |
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Now every time I drive alone, I still feel like I'm being watched but now I know it's not just my imagination. |
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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Latest revision as of 21:35, 22 August 2023
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.
Credited to Protoman45
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