WARNING: HARDCORE 4800 WORD STORY - 18+ ADULTS ONLY.
Justin's car runs out of gas in the middle of nowhere at midnight, leaving him stranded until the next morning. Hunkering down for an uncomfortable night's sleep, he soon discovers that he's not alone at all -- but what intentions does this stranger really have?
He started up the truck and headed up the road a ways, back where I’d come from. I knew there wasn’t anything for a few miles, having been there earlier.
I was surprised and filled with nerves again when he took a turn not 2 miles away onto a dirt track. I wouldn’t have even called it a road. The dirt track led up a ridge. When we reached the top, Harry stopped the truck and turned off the lights.
The ogre of the big, scary monster trucker flashed across my mind again. Maybe this guy was the Ted Bundy of Truck Killers? Charming, but deadly?
My breathing was shallow. “What are you doing Harry?” I said, trying not to give away just how anxious I was feeling...