Scary Stories

The Woman On The Road

You and your group of friends tear down the road. All 3 of your friends, Lana, Keith, and Joe are drunk as fuck. Somehow, due to losing a bet you ended up being the designated driver. You peer out the windshield, at the road and downpour outside. Your fingers tap on the steering wheel, as you decide to start tapping through the radio stations.

You're going down a long, unlit highway through a farmland. Your house is an hour and a half away from the party you and your friends where leaving from. You decided to take them there and just wait out the storm since their houses where another half hour away. You hum to the radio tunes, nonchalantly.

Joe and Keith currently are having a heated debate on wether Mayonnaise or Miracle Whip was better.

"Mayo is better because it's more tangy!" Joe says, glaring at Keith like his mother was insulted horribly.

"Yeah, but Miracle Whip is sweet, a good contrast from the cheese and ham!"

"Ew, you use ham?" Keith asks, making a throw-up sound.

"You don't?" Joe asks.

"Why not salami, dude?" Keith reply's.

You tap your fingers quicker on the wheel, as Lana snores as loud as a hog next to you. You realize something in the middle of the road, and yell, "What the fuck?!" before slamming on the breaks. You hear Keith and Joe shout from the back seat.

"The fuck was that about, y/n?" Joe says, obviously annoyed.

"Hold up, dude," You say. You narrow your eyes, there's a woman in the middle of the road. "Stay in here, guys." Lana is also awake now, and seems to be sober enough to catch onto what's happening.

"Oh fuck!" She says, staring at the woman.

You reach into your side compartment, and grab your switchblade and slip it into your hoodie pocket. You then open the door and start approaching the woman. She has her back turned from the car, as if she where walking away. But she wasn't. She was just standing there. She had her head down, her dress laying on the ground.

You walk towards her and gulp. Finally, you find the courage to say, "Uhh, ma'am?" You ask.

No reply.

You get a couple feet closer. "Ma'am?" You ask again. This time within arms length.

You tap her shoulder, "Ma-" She turns her head in a split second. She stares right at you. She has an ugly face, her face looking like a candle, being melted. She opens her mouth and lets out a blood curdling scream. You let out a scream as well, but yours sounds more like a dying animal. She lunges at you, and you manage to get your switchblade out and stab her arm. She screeches again. But, the stab didn't seem to get her very bad, as it only grazed her forearm. She still goes towards you, and only now you notice how long her nails are. She almost has time to pin you, when you run back towards the car. You collapse into the drivers seat, and fumble to close the door. He hand catches in between the door and the frame.

She gets hold of your arm, and digs her nails into it. You scream again, and stab her hand. She lets go in an instant, and pulls her hand out. You slam the door, and tear off down the road. You don't even realize all of your friends are screaming, terrified probably. You make it to a small gas station and pull into the lot. You park and look at your friends. They're all staring at you, as well, their eyes nearly bulging out of their heads.

"You ok?" Joe asks, clearly worried. You nod your head. Hopefully, this experience was super sobering for them.

Keith stays silent, but gives you a pat on the shoulder. Lana looks at you, looking like she was about to cry. She looks at your arm. "She got you good." She says.

You look at your arm, there's four marks with blood oozing out of them. You touch them, and they sting. You look back at them. "Let's just drive back." You say, and without another word you all drive home in shock.

The End.