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Unsettling Tales from the Road: Haunted Hitchhikers and Eerie Encounters · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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I'd always heard that picking up hitchhikers was a risk, but I'd
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never had any issues as a college student on a tight
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budget. I took long drives to clear my
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mind, and sometimes a bit of company helped keep things
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interesting. That's how I ended up stopping
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for him that night. I was driving back from a
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weekend camping trip with friends, taking the scenic route
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through the countryside to clear my mind before hitting campus
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again. The road wound through hills and
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thick forest. I had the window down a crack
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and the fresh night air kept me awake as I navigated the quiet
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Rd. It was peaceful.
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That kind of stillness you don't get around town.
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Just as I was settling into the peaceful rhythm of the drive, I
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spotted a figure up a head standing alone on the shoulder.
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A man just beyond the bend. He was walking with his head
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down, hand stuffed in his jacket pockets, looking like he'd been
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on foot for a while. At first I thought he'd passed
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without noticing me, but then he looked up, squinting against my
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headlights. He raised a hand in a sort of
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half wave, like he wasn't sure he'd even be noticed.
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I hesitated, looking around at the empty Rd.
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No one was around. I was alone.
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Against my better judgement, I pulled over.
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The man jogged up to the passenger side, peering in
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through the open window. He looked around my age, maybe a
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little older with scruffy hair. There was something intense
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about his gaze, a sort of wide eyed urgency.
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Need a lift? I asked, trying to sound casual.
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Yeah. He nodded, looking back over his
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shoulder. Thanks man, just trying to get
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away from here. He climbed in quickly, shutting
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the door with a little too much force.
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As I pulled back onto the road, I noticed he was sitting
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stiffly, eyes darting to the rear view mirror every few
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seconds, as if he expected to see someone tailing us.
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I couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye, a
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little on edge. So, where are you headed?
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I asked, trying to keep things light.
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Doesn't matter. He said, looking over his
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shoulder again, just as far away from here as possible.
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All right, I said, try not to let his odd response bother me.
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I figured he was just nervous, maybe on the run from something.
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But as we drove, his twitchy behavior started getting to me.
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Every so often he'd lean forward, scanning the road ahead
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or looking nervously out the window.
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What's got you so jumpy? I asked, half joking.
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He hesitated, his fingers drumming nervously on his knee.
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Someone's following me. He said finally.
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I raised an eyebrow, looking over at him.
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Out here, looks like we're the only ones on the road, man.
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He just shook his head, eyes locked on the rear view mirror.
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You don't understand. They've been following me for
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miles. Every time I think I lose them,
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they show up again. I thought maybe with your car I
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could finally get away. I wanted to roll my eyes, brush
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it off as paranoia or some delusion, but something about
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the way he spoke kept me from doing it.
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His voice was raw, edged with genuine fear.
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I gave a slight nod, trying to reassure him, though I was still
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skeptical. Don't worry, we're moving pretty
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fast. No one's going to catch up to
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us. He didn't respond, just kept
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staring into the mirror, his face pale and tense.
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I focused on the road, telling myself that he was just spooked,
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probably imagining things. But a few minutes later,
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headlights appeared in the distance, coming up fast.
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I didn't think much of it at first.
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After all, people speed along these empty roads all the time.
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But as the car got closer, I noticed it was swerving
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slightly, it's lights bouncing along the road as if it was
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deliberately trying to keep up with us.
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My passenger tensed, clutching the seat.
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That's them, he whispered. I knew they'd find me.
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I felt a prickle of unease as the car drew closer, the
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headlights glaring in my rearview mirror.
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All right, maybe they're just passing through.
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I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
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But they didn't pass. Instead, they matched my speed,
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edging closer until I could feel their presence right behind us.
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The car swerved toward us, it's headlights illuminating the
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inside of my car. The light reflected in the side
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mirror and illuminated my passengers anxious face.
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I pressed harder on the gas, gripping the wheel and he
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gritted his teeth, looking back. They're trying to run us off the
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road, he said. You've got to take the next
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turn. Go left.
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Left. That's the old service Rd.
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I muttered. It doesn't even lead anywhere.
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It doesn't matter, he insisted, his eyes wide with fear.
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They won't expect it, just trust me.
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I wasn't thrilled with the idea, but the other car was pressing
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us toward the edge of the road. At the last second, I swerved,
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taking the narrow left turn onto the service Rd.
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We speed down the winding path, the trees closing in around us.
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The headlights behind us wobbled as the car tried to follow, but
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I could tell they hadn't expected the turn.
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They skidded slightly, their lights falling back.
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I felt a surge of relief as we put a little distance between US
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and them, but it didn't last long.
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My passenger was tense, directing me with quick, sharp
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instructions left, here, right there, all the while looking
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back to see if we'd lost them. Finally, after a series of sharp
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turns that left my heart racing and my grip on the wheel tight,
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the headlights behind us disappeared.
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I slowed down, breathing hard, my pulse still racing.
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My passenger slumped back, closing his eyes for a moment,
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his shoulders sagging in relief. Thanks, he muttered.
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I thought I'd never lose them. No problem, I said, trying to
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catch my breath. But who the hell were they?
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He didn't answer, just looked out the window, his face
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unreadable. I had a million questions, but
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something about his expression told me I wouldn't get any
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answers. After a few minutes of tense
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silence, the hitchhiker finally looked over at me.
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You should just Take Me Home. He muttered, his tone sharp and
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almost pleading. I hesitated.
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Something about his request felt off, a hint of desperation that
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made my nerves stand on edge. Look, I think it's safer if we
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head to the next police station. I said firmly.
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They can help you from there. He turned to me, his face
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twisted with something close to anger.
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No, He said, his voice low, intense.
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Just drop me at the next gas station.
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I don't need the police. I'll find another ride.
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Reluctantly, I agreed, pulling into a gas station a few miles
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down the road. I expected him to thank me, or
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at least say something, but he just climbed out without a word,
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not looking back as he walked toward the dark edge of the
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parking lot. Once he was gone, I just sat
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there, trying to wrap my head around everything.
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I looked over to where he'd walked off, but he'd already
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melted into the shadows around the gas station.
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My hands were still gripping the wheel, my heart racing as I
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started wondering. What if that car that chased us
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had actually marked my car somehow?
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I'd seen stuff like that in movies, but what if they'd
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really managed to take down my plates?
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I didn't want to take any chances, so I headed straight to
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the nearest police station. I stumbled over my words as I
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explained the whole weird situation, the guy, the car that
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followed us and the aggressive driving.
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The cop nodded and took it all down, but when I finished all he
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said was you did the right thing coming here, but just be careful
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OK? That was all I needed to hear to
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stay off that stretch of Rd. for a while.
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For the next few months, I went out of my way to avoid it taking
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the long way whenever I could. I was constantly looking over my
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shoulder, checking my mirrors, expecting to see those same
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headlights coming up behind me. Sometimes I'd catch myself
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checking my car for weird marks or scratches, anything that
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might give someone a reason to follow me again.
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I kept telling myself it was just a freak incident, but every
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now and then when I'm out driving alone, I can't shake the
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feeling that someone might be watching.
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And I still wonder about that guy I picked up, where he was
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headed and who was after him. I'm a mechanic and I drive a
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lot, especially on the weekends when I pick up parts for my
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shop. I've always been one of those
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people who didn't mind offering a lift if I saw someone
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stranded. I figure everyone needs a hand
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sometimes, and out in the middle of nowhere where traffic's light
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and cell service can be spotty, it can be a lifesaver.
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It was back in July 2018. It was a quiet Saturday evening
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and I was driving along a mostly deserted Hwy.
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The sun was just starting to set, and I figured I had another
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hour or so before the road got completely dark.
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I was humming along to the radio, my mind already on the
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parts I just picked up and the work waiting for me back at the
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shop, when I noticed a couple on the side of the road up ahead.
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They were standing by a beat up old sedan.
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I slowed down, rolling my window down as I pulled up beside them.
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They looked a bit rough around the edges, but nothing too out
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of the ordinary. Man was tall with messy hair,
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wearing a jacket that looked like it's seen better days.
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The woman was a little shorter, with stringy hair that hung
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around her face, and she was clutching her arms like she was
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cold. They both looked relieved to see
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me. Hey, need a lift?
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I asked. The guy nodded, a smile
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spreading across his face. Yeah, thanks man, we're headed
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toward the next town. Our car just up and died.
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I unlocked the doors. Hop in, I'll take you as far as
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the gas station in town. They climbed in, the woman in
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the back and the man beside me up front.
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He held out his hand, introducing himself as Carl and
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his wife. Diane gave a quick nod from the
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back seat. They seemed nice enough, and we
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started talking as we drove. Carl asked me about my car,
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admiring the engines low hum and asking if I worked on it myself.
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Yeah, I'm a mechanic. I told him, launching into a bit
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about my shop and the kinds of cars I usually work on.
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They seemed genuinely interested, especially Carl.
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He kept nodding, asking questions about my favorite
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models, tools I used, all the usual stuff.
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Diane chimed in now and then, asking if I worked late hours or
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if I was usually out on the road at night.
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Little things like that. It seemed harmless at first,
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just curious questions. But as the minutes ticked by,
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the questions started to shift. They stopped feeling like small
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talk and started feeling more personal.
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Diane leaned forward from the back seat, asking if I usually
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drove alone on these long trips, if anyone knew my route tonight.
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Carl asked if I lived alone, if I had family nearby.
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I answered vaguely. My response is getting shorter
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each time, starting to feel like I was giving away more than I
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wanted to. The light was fading fast, and
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the roads stretched out in long, empty miles before us.
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As I drove, I felt Diane's eyes on me in the rear view mirror.
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She wasn't blinking much, just staring, her gaze dark and
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steady. You must get lonely out here
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sometimes, She said, her voice quiet, almost a murmur.
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I gave a short laugh, trying to keep things light.
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Nah, I don't mind. Just me in the road.
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Carl shifted beside me, and I caught a glimpse of something
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shiny in his hand, a small, serrated knife.
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He was holding it casually, spinning it between his fingers
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like it was nothing, but the side of it made my stomach
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clench. Nice blade.
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I said, trying to keep my tone steady.
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What's it for? He looked at me, his smile a
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little too wide, a little too slow.
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Oh, you know, just like to keep one around.
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Never know when it might come in handy.
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My grip on the wheel tightened as I looked from the road to the
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knife and back again. I told myself not to overreact,
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that maybe I was just overthinking things, but I
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couldn't ignore the sense that something wasn't right, that the
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questions weren't just curiosity, and that the knife
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was more than just a handy tool. So you work pretty late, huh?
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Diane asked, her voice soft and smooth.
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Ever get any visitors? I didn't answer, just kept my
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eyes on the road, the empty stretch of Hwy. stretching out
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into the dark. I felt Carl's shift beside me,
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the knife glinting as he adjusted his grip, and I could
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feel the tension growing, thickening the air in the car.
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Without thinking, I hit the brakes hard.
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The car lurched forward, throwing us all against our
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seats as I swerved onto the shoulder.
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The sudden stop seemed to catch them off guard.
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Carl dropped the knife and Diane gave a little gasp, her hands
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bracing against the seat. All right, end of the line.
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I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
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This is as far as you're going with me.
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For a moment, they both just stared, like they couldn't quite
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believe what they were hearing. Instinctively, my hand drifted
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to my waist, as if reaching for a gun, even though I didn't have
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one. Carl looked down at his knife on
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the floor, his gaze flicking back up to me, but he didn't
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reach for it. Instead, he just gave me that
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same unsettling smile, his eyes narrowing.
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Diane leaned forward, close enough that I could feel her
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breath on my neck. You're making a big mistake.
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She murmured out now. I said, not backing down.
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Slowly they climbed out, neither of them saying another word.
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They just stood there, watching as I pulled the door shut and
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shifted back onto the road. I watched them in the rear view
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mirror as I drove away, their figures fading into the
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darkness, still standing there on the side of the road, looking
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after me with those strange, knowing smiles.
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As I drove away, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd
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narrowly avoided something terrible.
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The road was empty ahead of me, the silence in the car loud and
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heavy. I kept looking in the mirror.
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By the time I reached the gas station, my hands were still
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shaking. I stopped to fill up, trying to
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calm myself down, but I kept replaying those faces in my
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mind, the way they looked at me as they stepped out, like they
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knew something I didn't. The cashier noticed my pale
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expression and asked if everything was all right, but I
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just nodded, grabbing my change and heading back to the car,
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eager to put as much distance as I could between myself and that
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stretch of highway. I never saw them again, but I
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think about them every time I drive that road.
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I can't help but wonder what they wanted, what they were
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planning. And sometimes on those long,
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quiet drives, I catch myself checking the rearview, expecting
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to see two shadowy figures standing in the distance,
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watching me with those same unsettling smiles, as if they're
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still waiting for their chance. I never thought I'd be the kind
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of person who picks up a hitchhiker.
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You hear enough warnings about it, about the risks, the stories
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that make you shiver a bit but brush off with a laugh, because
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that stuff doesn't really happen.
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But when you're out there, sometimes instinct takes over.
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It was late on a Friday night, and I was on my way back to
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campus from a study session at a friend's place about an hour
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away. My car was old, a little rusty,
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and it rattled when it hit any bump bigger than a Pebble.
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But it had character, and as a broke college student, it got me
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where I needed to go. The road was a 2 lane stretch
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that snaked through farmland and thick patches of forest, and
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with the rain pouring down in sheets, visibility was already
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bad. My windshield wipers were
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working overtime, but even on high they could barely keep up.
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About halfway through my drive, I noticed something up ahead,
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just off to the side of the road, a figure, drenched,
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standing alone in the downpour. She was hunched, her dark hair
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plastered to her face and neck, her shoulders drawn up against
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the rain. I slowed down without thinking,
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my headlights illuminating her pale, shivering form.
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She looked young, maybe in her early 20s, and she was clutching
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her arms like she was freezing. I don't know why I did it.
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Maybe it was the look in her eyes when she turned to see me.
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There was something almost pleading about it, and before
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I'd even registered what I was doing, I pulled over my car,
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coming to a stop just in front of her.
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I rolled down the passenger window a bit, calling out.
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Hey, do you need a ride? She didn't answer right away,
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just nodded and walked toward the door, moving in this slow,
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hesitant way that felt weird. I chalked it up to the cold, or
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maybe the exhaustion of being stranded in the middle of
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nowhere. She climbed in without a word,
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pulling the door shut. As she settled into the seat, I
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saw just how soaked she was. Water pooled on the leather
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seat, her clothes clinging to her skin.
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Her hair was matted and hung in thick strands around her face,
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and she didn't look at me, just stared straight ahead, her hands
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clenched together in her lap. Where are you headed?
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I asked, trying to sound casual. Just the next town.
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She murmured, her gaze was locked on the road ahead,
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unblinking, like she was in some kind of trance.
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Sure, no problem, it's not far. I tried a few more questions to
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make small talk, rough night or where were you coming from, but
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she didn't answer, just kept that blank stare forward.
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The only sound was the drumming rain on the roof and the dull
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hum of the car engine. The silence started to feel
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heavy, but I tried to focus on the road.
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After all, she was just a stranger, probably exhausted and
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grateful to get out of the rain. But after a few miles, I felt
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her eyes on me, like she was studying me out of the corner of
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her eye. I tried not to look over, but
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the weight of her stare grew stronger, pressing into me.
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And then she began to mutter, so quietly I almost missed it.
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Her lips moved, her voice barely a whisper, the word slurred and
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incoherent. I strained to listen, catching
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bits and pieces. Dangerous, Never safe, always
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watching. Excuse me?
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I looked over, trying to keep my tone light, but that there was a
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quiver in my voice I couldn't quite hide.
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She didn't respond, just continued muttering to herself,
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her fingers twisting together in her lap.
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My stomach twisted, and I found myself gripping the wheel
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tighter. Maybe she was just in shock, I
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thought, or cold enough to be out of it, but I couldn't shake
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the feeling that there was something more, something wrong.
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A few minutes later, without warning, she lunged at the
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wheel. Her fingers wrapped around the
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steering wheel, her grip vice like as she wrenched it to the
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right, sending a swerving toward the ditch.
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I shouted, struggling to pry her hands off.
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But she was strong, unnaturally strong for someone her size.
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Her face was twisted in a look of pure rage, her teeth bared,
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her eyes wide and glassy. What are you doing?
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I screamed, struggling to keep control.
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I felt the tires skid, the car fishtailing as I fought her off.
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I managed to slam the brakes, sending us jolting forward.
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Her grip loosened and I jerked the wheel back, pulling us to a
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shaky stop on the shoulder. My hands were shaking as I tried
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to catch my breath, my heart racing, every nerve on high
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alert. I turned to yell, to demand what
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on earth she was doing, but she was gone.
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The passenger door hung wide open, swinging slightly in the
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rain, and the seat was empty. I stared, my mind trying to
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piece together what had just happened.
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I stumbled out of the car, the rain pelting down as I called
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out. Hello, where'd you go?
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My voice sounded small, swallowed up by the storm.
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There was no answer, just the endless patter of rain on the
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asphalt and the rustling of nearby trees.
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I shined my phone flashlight around, looking for any sign of
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her, but the rain had already washed everything away.
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Shaken and confused, I climbed back into the car, slamming the
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door and locking it behind me. My hands still trembling, I
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looked around, expecting her to reappear on the shoulder, her
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face twisted with that eerie expression.
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My fingers still tingled from where she'd gripped the wheel,
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and the faint scent of wet earth clung to the seat beside me, an
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unsettling reminder that she'd been there at all.
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I drove off, barely able to keep my focus on the road.
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Every nerve in me was on edge, my gaze flickering to the
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passenger seat every few seconds, as if she might
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suddenly materialize again, dripping wet and staring.
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When I finally saw the lights of the next town, I went straight
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to the police station. I didn't even know what I was
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planning to say, but I knew I couldn't just let it go inside.
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I explained to the officer at the desk that I'd picked up a
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woman stranded on the roadside, and that she disappeared under
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strange circumstances. I did my best to describe her.
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The drenched clothes, her long dark hair, the look of fear that
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never left her face. The officer listened carefully,
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then exchanged a look with another officer nearby.
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Actually, we've had a missing person report matching that
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description, he said, pulling up a file.
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She's been missing since last night, A woman in her mid 30s
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diagnosed with schizophrenia. Her family reported that she ran
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away from home convinced she was being followed or in some kind
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of danger. A chill ran through me as I
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pieced it together. She genuinely believed she was
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being chased. That frantic look, her
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desperation. It wasn't just the rain or the
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isolation. She truly thought something was
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after her. I gave them the exact spot where
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I'd last seen her, hoping it might help.
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The next morning, I got a call. The police had found her not far
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from where I'd left her. She was disoriented but
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unharmed, and they'd managed to reunite her with her family.
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In the end, I helped bring her back to her family.
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She wasn't just a mystery lost in the rain.
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She was a real person who needed someone to care enough to stop.
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Even though it could have ended badly for both of us, I'm glad I
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was able to help her find her way back home.
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Owning a flower shop might sound relaxing, but most days it's a
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lot of hard work. Early mornings, long hours and
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sometimes an evening delivery here and there.
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But it's worth it. There's a piece that comes from
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working with flowers. The smell of fresh blooms, the
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way each arrangement adds a touch of beauty to someone's
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day. That night I was driving home
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after a long shift. The sun was dipping below the
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trees, casting an orange glow over the quiet country Rd.
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I like this route home. It was slower but beautiful and
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by evening the road was usually empty.
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The peacefulness was short lived.
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I was nearing the forested part of the road when I spotted a
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figure up ahead, standing perfectly still by the side of
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the road. At first I thought it was a
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trick of the fading light, maybe a shadow cast by the trees.
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But as I got closer, I could see her clearly, a woman standing
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there, clutching something to her chest.
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The sight made me uneasy, but I couldn't just drive by.
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As I approached, I slowed down, rolling my window down a crack
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to get a better look. She was in her mid 30s, thin and
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pale with dark hair. Her clothes were outdated and
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looked oddly out of place. She was cradling an old,
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tattered doll, a porcelain faced relic with cracked skin and
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lifeless button eyes. She was murmuring to it softly,
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her lips moving in a faint whisper.
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The doll itself was unsettling, but the way she was holding it
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like it was a living, breathing companion, made the whole scene
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even stranger. Do you need a ride?
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I asked. Her eyes snapped up to meet
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mine. There was a strange intensity in
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her gaze, a silent plea that seemed to reach out and wrap
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around me, compelling me to open the door.
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She nodded, almost mechanically, and climbed into the passenger
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seat without a word. The doll was nestled against her
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chest, one of its cracked eyes catching the last bit of
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sunlight as she settled in. As we started moving again, I
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couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
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She was staring straight ahead, but every now and then she would
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look down at the doll, stroking its matted hair and whispering
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in a voice too low for me to hear.
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I tried to brush it off. Maybe she was just eccentric,
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maybe the doll was her way of coping with something.
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But still, the way she cradled it, the way her fingers move
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gently over its cracked face, sent a shiver through me.
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Where are you headed? I finally asked, trying to break
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the silence. She didn't answer right away,
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just kept looking down at the doll.
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Finally, in a whisper that felt more like a secret, she said.
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It's not safe here. I laughed nervously, trying to
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make light of her words. Well, we're on a pretty quiet
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Rd. don't think we're in too much danger out here.
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She looked at me then, her eyes wide and unblinking.
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She says it's not safe. She always knows.
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I forced a smile, not knowing what to say to that.
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Who? Your doll.
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The woman's eyes drifted back to the doll and she stroked its
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cheek as if comforting a child. You should listen to her, she
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always knows. I swallowed, trying to keep my
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focus on the road, but every glance at the passenger seat
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only made the knot in my stomach tighten.
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There was something wrong here, something I couldn't put my
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finger on. Her whispered conversations with
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the doll grew more frequent, and I started catching bits and
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pieces of what she was saying. Things like, yes, we'll be
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careful, and I know, I know, but he's helping us.
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As if she and the doll were in on some secret I wasn't part of.
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After a few minutes of this, I tried to change the subject.
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So, do you live around here? The woman didn't respond right
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away. Instead, she held the doll up to
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her ear as if listening to it. After a moment, she looked back
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at me, her gaze piercing. She doesn't like questions.
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A chill ran through me. I forced a laugh, though it
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sounded shaky even to my own ears.
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Got it, No questions. The woman went back to
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whispering to the doll, her voice soft and rhythmic, like
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she was soothing it. I couldn't make out the words,
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but the tone was almost protective, as if she was afraid
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of something out there, lurking just beyond the reach of the
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headlights. The sky grew darker as we drove,
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the trees casting long shadows that seem to close in on the
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road. Every minute that passed, the
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air in the car grew heavier, more stifling, until it felt
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like I could hardly breathe. I could feel her eyes on me,
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watching from the corner of her gaze as though she were waiting
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for something. Waiting for me to slip up, or
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maybe for me to understand something I didn't yet grasp.
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Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
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I pulled over, my hands trembling slightly as I gripped
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the wheel. Listen, I said, I think this is
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as far as I can take you. The next town is just up ahead.
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For a long moment she didn't move.
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She just looked at me, her fingers still stroking the dolls
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hair. Then, without a word, she opened
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the door and stepped out, clutching the doll to her chest.
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I watched her walk off, continuing along the shoulder of
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the road, back the way we'd come.
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Something about that felt even stranger.
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She was just heading right back toward the stretch of Rd.
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I'd found her on, as if she hadn't even needed a ride in the
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1st place. I sat there, trying to make
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sense of it. I could just barely make out her
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figure in the rear view mirror, that doll cradled tightly in her
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arms. She was talking to it again, her
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lips moving in that same hushed whisper as she walked.
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And the sight made the hair on the back of my neck stand up
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against every ounce of common sense.
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I rolled down my window and called out to her.
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Hey, Are you sure you're OK? I don't even know why I did it.
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Maybe I was just desperate for some explanation, something to
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make all of this feel less surreal.
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She stopped, slowly turning her head to look back at me, her
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face partially lit by my brake lights.
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She held the doll even closer, like she was protecting it from
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me. She looked at me with an
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intense, almost unsettling stare.
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You shouldn't have stopped, she said softly.
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She says you should never stop. She always knows when it's safe.
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Then she turned back and continued walking along the
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road, disappearing into the shadows.
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I didn't stick around. I rolled up the window, locked
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the doors and hit the gas. Even as I drove, I couldn't
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shake the image of her in the rearview mirror, heading back
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the way we'd come, like she was retracing her steps or maybe
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looking for someone else to pick her up.
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I've taken that road a few times since, and every time I find
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myself looking at the shoulder, sure that she'd be there walking
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