Driving alone down a pitch-black highway, I hadn’t seen another car for miles. The silence was eerie, and an unsettling feeling crept in—like I was being watched. Then, I saw her: a lone figure hitchhiking in the dark. Against my better judgment, I stopped.She told me a chilling story—about a man who picked up a hitchhiker and vanished without a trace.
Her voice was haunting, her expression briefly inhuman. Still, I let her in.As we drove in tense silence, the air grew cold. At a dim gas station in the next town, she got out. I sped off, only to see her still staring at me in the rearview mirror.Even now, I sometimes feel her eyes on me. A warning I’ll never forget: never stop on a dark, deserted road.
