The Hitchhiker:

“Damn that Ronnie.” I thought as I drove through the night. Once again he had skipped out and left me to do all the work. With his unexpected vacation I was extremely late getting home. Fatigue had set in as soon as I got in the car. If I could have gotten away with it I would have slept in the parking lot. “Oh well another day another dollar.” I spoke aloud as I drove through the night. It was one of those spooky pre Halloween nights. The type where all light is engulfed within a few feet of you. I’ve always hated these nights. I hate the dark in general. Too many horror movies as a child had scarred me for life. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a figure standing beside the road. Even though my mom had always warned me to never pick up hitchhikers, I decided to stop. It was a spooky night and hell, she was cute. I pulled over and waited for her to get next to the door before I unlocked it. Just in case her head feel off or something. She jumped in the passenger seat out of breath and crying. She was young about 20, I would guess. She had short blond hair, a sweater, and jeans. I couldn’t see her face behind her hands. “Everything alright?” I asked. She looked over at me and smiled. “Thank you for stopping.” She said. “No problem, its my good deed for the century.” I joked. She giggled. “Woo score one for the home team.” I thought. As I drove she talked. Her name was Alicia Wesker. She was studying nursing at the community college. She never volunteered any information as to why she was out in the dark, and I didn’t want to piss her off by asking. Out of nowhere she grabbed my hand. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m scared of this next curve.” Truthfully I didn’t care. Her hand was cold, but it had been a long time since I’d held a girls hand and I liked it. My curiosity peaked in me and I had to ask. “Why fear a curve?” “I can understand fearing a triangle” I joked” but not a curve.” She looked at me with tears in her eyes again. “ “This is where I died.” she said with sadness in her voice. I started to inform her that joke was pretty bad when I noticed a car in the ditch. I slammed my brakes, just barely missing it. My heart was racing. I looked to check on my guest and she was gone. “She couldn’t have gotten out already?” I thought. I hit my hazards and grabbed my flashlight. I slowly got out of my car and looked around. No one was in sight. I approached the car and knelt down to look inside. To my horror, laying on the steering wheel was Alicia. A piece of glass glistened and blood oozed from a cut in her throat. I was in shock. I stood in the road for what seemed like hours until another cars lights hit me.