Horror Story collection

The Black Hearse

I was driving arguably late at night. It was dark, but I had my headlights on so I thought I’d be
fine. I didn’t see any other cars on the road. I was driving for about 30 minutes when I heard a
loud screech. I couldn’t tell if it was an animal or a car breaking. I looked in my rearview mirror,
making sure I didn't hit anything or if anyone was behind me. Strangely, there was a car there. A
long sleek black hearse. I suddenly got this ball of dread in my stomach and started driving
faster. The hearse also sped up. Since no one else was on the other side of the lane, the hearse
pulled into it. We were now neck-to-neck. I heard my heart thumping in my chest and my blood
rushing in my ears. The hearse’s car horn blared and I screamed. I looked over to see who was
driving but the windows were tinted.I swung my car over to the side of the road and turned my
car off. When I looked up, the hearse was gone. The only thing I could see was a tall, pale man
in a suit with a top hat on. He was standing across the road, right on the edge of a forest.
The sensible part of my brain wanted to stay in the car but some irresistible force seemed to be
pulling me towards the man. I opened the car door and stepped out. Luckily I hadn’t closed the
door yet because if I had, I wouldn’t be able to tell this story. Suddenly and as I blinked the man
was closer to my car, barely 4 feet in front of me. I slowly and calmly (as calm as I could) got
back in the car, without blinking, and slammed the door shut. Locked the doors and the
windows. I made sure the sun-roof was covered. I feel safe for a moment and then the man’s
bony, pale, and slimy, hand slaps on my windshield. Cracking it. I started the car and drove off,
panting and sweating. I have no idea what I had encountered, but those who drive at night be
wary of the black hearse.