The Hitchhiker
It was a Stygian, cthonic night. Skrumpus McGee was driving down a road to his home. He knew what he was doing, but at the same time, the eldritch mist made him disillusioned to what his direction was in life. As his ancient car mowed down the darkened streets, Skrumpus heard a stuttering from his vehicle. The worst possible sound a man at this hour could hear. His house was still miles away and he was faced with one option. Hitchhiking. To his luck an automobile pulled over to where McGee stood, in a damply lit corner that everyone forgot.
However, this hope fled when McGee opened the door.
Because at the very moment when he pulled the handle of the car,
A skeleton popped out!
Written by Abethedemon
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