Thursday, April 12, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge "K"-Killer in the Backseat

Day ten and the letter "K" for the A-Z Blog Challenge. If this is your first time here, my A-Z challenge is based on Urban Legends, and follows the life of a small town Nevada reporter, Adele.
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Adele's story continues...

There's a lot of traffic that comes through our little town--mostly tourists, truckers and bikers. Although the highways don't seem that crowded, and the roads can stretch for miles and you might not see a soul for miles, there are stories about danger on the highway...

Driving at night around here is scary enough--you never know if you are going to be driving along and, swayed by the phenomenon of highway hypnosis, miss an animal darting across the road. A lot of people are driving for miles, and they might just miss some eyeshine in the dark and end up with their car wrapped around a bull elk.
Layla was popular bartender at one of our local bars, and she swears this story happened to her. She usually leaves the bar around 2 or 3 in the morning, and drives the few miles to her home out in the cross timbers where the houses are spaced out. It also happens to be close to the state prison. After a few minutes of driving, she noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear view mirror, coming up on her vehicle at a pace just slightly more than hers. She saw the car was going to pass her, when in suddenly pulled behind her and started flashing its lights. It's late at night, so of course Layla was starting to get nervous. The lights from the car behind her dimmed and flashed, dimmed and flashed and then suddenly the car began to swerve forward almost as if it was trying to bump her from behind. Layla's getting really scared now, and just thinks if she keeps her eyes ahead of her on the road, she'll be fine. She's not sure at this point if she should try heading back to bar, or back to town, or home. She didn't want to look behind her, the brights kept flashing on and off and scaring her. The car kept following her, stalking her every move.She finally pulled into a gas station and figured her only hope was to get to safety and people. She pulled into the station and ran for her life to the building. The lights were on but the door was locked. She pounded on the door, just as the the driver of the other car got out and screamed at her to call the police. He caught up to her and as they both turned around, they saw a shadow of a man rise up from the back seat, open the car door and run away into the night.
The driver had been trying to save her.
Layla has been dating Marcus for six months now. Maybe the story of their meeting is true, maybe it's not. But if their story is covering up some other secret, I think I might need to find out...




And now, dear readers, I must leave you. Don't forget, these stories will be available in their entirety at the end of the month when I collect them into a book of short stories.

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