Hillary Wash drove her old Ford truck, speeding along the darkened road. The highway was empty, no one was around. For some reason, that made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong here.
The truck gurgled, making strange noises. She glanced down; her tank was now empty. The last time she looked down, it had been full.
The truck stopped, dead in the middle of the road. No one was going to come out at this hour, she wasn't going to get help. She tried anyways; calling a tow company. Nothing but the sound of static responded. She had no service.
A fist hit her window, scaring her. A crazed looking man glares at her with red eyes, pounding on her window. "Let me in! Let me in!" He cried. "They'll get me! They'll get you too!"
Hillary made sure the doors were locked, staring frightfully at the old man. He pounded one last time before stopping. He just stood, staring.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around his neck, and even Hillary could hear the snap, through the glass. The old man fell, to reveal a man halfway in the shadows. She felt terrified after seeing what he had done to the old man.
He punched the window, breaking it instantly, and grabbed her by the throat. He jerked her forward; the seatbelt cut into her neck. She cried out in pain, hearing him laugh as she clawed at his hands to release her.
"Goodnight Hillary." He whispered.
Those were the last words Hillary ever heard.
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Short Stories/Dreams
Short StoryHere's a book of short stories. I'll put in some of my freaky dreams and everything, including other genres such as romance and adventure, and some depressing feel stories. It might be a little gruesome, frightening, or downright mental. Don't call...
