A man took his fling down to the river in his car, they parked inside the woods so they couldn't be seen. They began to kiss but were interrupted by a scratching, clawing sound on the roof. The women jumped back, scared of what it could be, yet the man looked annoyed. Eventually the noise disappeared and the couple continued with what they were doing. Again came the noise, the man jumped back, his face boiling with anger. He got out the car, closing the door behind him. The clawing noise was replaced by heavy banging, the women, scared for her life, locked the car. Not caring for the welfare of the man. The banging eventually stopped, a few shallow dints on the inside of the car, the man never came back to her. Then the clawing noise came back, the women lost it, she climbed over to the drivers seat, continuously pipping the horn. The police eventually found her that night, giving her safety. The course of the banging was still on top of the car, it was the mans head. Yet they never found the rest of his body.
___________________________________________________________ , this is apparently a true story (according to my dad anyway)
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Short Story❝𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔❞ Currently rewriting
