As the road curved up the mountain, the battered 2007 Honda Civic rattled as it slowly creeped up the road to the plateau with the reflectors guiding the lone driver, looking back at the car. The towering trees surrounded the way with thick shrubbery crawling on the mountainside. The new moon gave off no light, leaving the vehicle alone with only a single headlight to lead the way.
"This damn road gives me the creeps," said Alex as he smoked, with only one hand on the steering wheel and his head out the window. "Always seems like there's someone out there staring back," he mumbled while glaring back at the reflectors. He only wanted to deliver a package but he never consented to delivering it out on top of a mountain.
To shake off the nerves, he blasted the only thing that worked flawlessly in the car, the speakers. As punk rock echoed along the mountain, a screech pierced through the night reaching Alex's ears.
"What in the hell was that?" he shouted and instinctively turned left at the fork in the road. He gradually stopped the car for a breath of fresh air and threw the cigarette out the window. He checked his map for the directions up the mountain and backed up to go right instead of left. There was one thing in his mind that seemed to boggle him while he slowly reversed. The scream was not that of a person but some kind of beast. He heard it before, he just couldn't put his finger on what it was as adrenaline rushed in his body.
"I ain't coming back here no more," he whispered, sweating profusely. He's never been this scared. He wasn't supposed to be. It was just a screech. But there was something to it. Something unnatural and it tugged at his animal instinct to get away and run as far as possible.
He froze in place. With everything going on around him, he never noticed until now. He always drove alone because he liked being alone with his thoughts. They never betrayed him. Until now.
In the passenger seat was the most abominable thing that only Alex saw. With gaping jaws and multiple faces displaying emotions that couldn't be described, his echoed screams reached the bottom of the mountain as the monster ate him whole, leaving no trace of him ever existing on the planet.
Somewhere along the same road, another stray driver was startled at the screams Alex made and instinctively turned left. And somewhere along that same mountain, among the reflectors, eyes seemed to glare and emotions show, an added face showing the final moments of Alex's life.
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Scream
HorrorA short story depicting the things that hide in plain sight. A hanging coat looking like a dead man. An unassuming tree hiding a night creature. Or even those that reflect the light but quickly take it back. Permanently