Short Horror Stories

Car Troubles

Pushing the key in the car and turning it, the car refused to start. Kristen sat there in the dark Tahoe as she heard the fat rain drops fall down onto the hood. Unsuccessful the first time, she tries once more to start the car. The lights flicker and her car almost starts, but as it flickers, she gets a feeling of being watched. Glancing out the window, she sees a tall, skinny mime standing there in the pouring rain. He points at her and makes a cut throat threat with his bright white right hand. Kristen, terrified as all hell, tries once more to start the car, only to be disappointed. She glances once more at the mime, to see that he isn't there. Kristen locks her doors and sinks in her seat, hoping he wouldn't walk to the car. She looks to her left front window, nothing's there. She looks at her right to see that nothing's there once more. She glances at her front windshield, the mime stood on the hood of her car, face almost pressed to the glass, mouth wide open, showing rows of teeth and drool dripping down her windshield.