OK, this story actually happened to my brother. Most of it
is true, but I did throw in a twist to make it more
interesting, and I'll let you know the fictional part when
it comes. I'm telling this in first person from my brothers
point of view. (Events true, emotions ACCURATE)
I got off work around 1:30 one night after busting my tail
off for my slave driver of a boss (then again who isn't a
slave drive)and was walking to my car when my daydreaming
mind was interrupted by two strangers. There was one guy
and a girl , the guy was wearing the kind of clothes
stereotypical high school jocks would wear (lettermans
Jackets & Jeans, the Jacket was black so I didn't know
what school they were from.) and the girl had a white
blouse & black skirt, and she was around 5'8'' with blonde
hair down to her shoulders. The guy, around 6 feet with
brown hair, green eyes and whittled facial features asked
if they could have a ride back home because their friends
ditched them and they didn't have anyone to call. Maybe it
was the stupid werewolf senses that people get to be nice
at night, but I accepted.
They both sat in the back of My white '92 integra and just
said "go to highway 522". Highway 522 was the most
dangerous one in Washington but I wasn't worried because
I've driven it many times and knew the road.
As we drove the highway, little cracks and potholes rolling
under the headlights, they asked me to pull over. I did so
and let them out, and they walked into the woods. A little
odd but I could live with it.
The next day I went out there to see what was there,
pulling over at the same mile marker, walking into the
woods. I must've been there for near an hour but found no
signs of thinning trees or nearby neighborhoods. The only
thing I stumbled upon at first was an overturned VW bug,
molded & rusted by time.
(Fictional addition)
I came home after the search and turned on the 11 o'clock
news. Hey, there was nothing else on anyway. I nearly
screamed when I heard two serial killers had convicted a
murder last night at my work. They matched the description
of the two I drove home the other night. I ran to my car
and opened the trunk, and found a bag with something
inside, I didn't need to open it, I already knew who it
must have been. I had to get rid of it. I took the body and
drove down to the same spot. On my way, unfortunately, I
spotted something on the road while I was going 85. It was
a leather article of clothing with black fabric on the
outside of it. As soon as I hit it, my left tire skidded
and my car swerved into the woods, breaking the brambles,
and before my fatal crash was delivered I saw an overturned
VW bug getting closer to me, realizing why highway 522 had
so many fatal accidents
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