Her Wendigo Chapter 2

Hitchhicker

Jake held his hands on the wheel. His engine was no longer running as he was parked on the side of the road. The car parked behind him was off too. Its red and blue lights however, continued to light its colors. The lights lit the raindrops in red and blue colors as the lights spun atop the car.

He's seen those light behind him more than he'll admit to.

Next to his car was a man. Not a very tall man. He stood slightly slouched from bad posture. He was writing something down. He tried to smile at the cop. The cop did not smile back. Rain flowed down and dripped off the cops hat and soaked his black shirt.

Putting his small note in his pocket he stepped back closer to Jake's door. He looked more tired than irritated.

"Well", the cop started. His voice was rough, sounded like a smoker. "You know the rules Jake. If I see you or your car again tonight either you'll be spending the night in the cell or your car is towed." The cop looked at Jake in the eyes. "You hear? You already ruined my first quiet evening in a long while."

Jake gave a sad smile, "I'm sorry to ruin it." He spoke honestly.

The man huffed, "I wish you were." Stepping back he waved at the man in the car, "Go home."

Jake waited till the cop left. When the cop turned out of view he let out a big breath of air he didn't know he was holding. Grabbing his key he turned over the engine. It stuttered before roaring to life. Doing a U-turn over the yellow lines he stepped on the gas. Tires beneath the tire screeched for gripped through the water on the street before pulling him forward down the road. Dark smoke blew from his exhaust.

He turned his radio back on. Metal played through the car as he reached for his pocket to pull out a cigarette. Putting the cancer stick between his lips he grabbed his lighter form his pocket and lit it. He rolled down his window a crack for the smoke to escape. 

As he neared town the street lights started to show. Puffing his cigarette he blew the smoke out of his car. His other hand was rested on the top of the wheel. He slowed to the speed limit as he passed the bus stop he used to use before he bought his car. There is a camera there that had gotten him three speeding tickets.

Who the hell puts a camera on a bus stop? 

He looked out the window to see something. Squinting his eyes it was hard to see until his car lights better illuminated it. There was someone sitting on the sidewalk.

Slowing down he drove past the person. They were holding a backpack in their arms with their head down resting on it. Only wearing a soaked sweater to protect themself from the rain. And before he could see anything else he past them. He looked back forward.

Then he looked to the rear view mirror.

The person sat unmoving as he drove on. Letting off the acceleration his foot hovered over the brakes.

He really didn't want to turn around. But in this town it's too cold and small to have any homeless people. So normally seeing someone stranded on the side of the road is a little offsetting. It could be someone that needs help to the closest health clinic or it can be some crackhead who's too doped to find his way home.

Either way he turned around knowing his guilt would eat him alive if he didn't at least check. Who knows, maybe its just some poor soul dealing with a breakup? Slowly driving back he saw the person hasn't moved since he passed them. He pulled over on and parked his car. As he turned off the engine the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

He really hoped the cop wasn't driving this way.

Opening his car door he stepped out onto the street. The rein bounced off his coat and soaked his hair. Slowly, he walked across the street and to the person.