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Category:
Horror
Publisher: Bookflurry Inc.
Type: Fiction
Pages: 84
Copyright: October 19, 2021
ISBN-13: 9798750202331
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
Mike and Steve get a little bored while driving home on Halloween after their shift at a fast food joint. The driver they mess with hasn't had a laugh, besides the last one, in a very long time.
Steve's story takes place in 1999.
Back in ninety-nine, everyone was moving on from the psychic high times to a time when computers were threatening to destroy the economy in a Y2K scare. But, it wasn’t quite the time when everyone had a cellphone in their pocket yet, either.
Ninety-nine was an in between time. A time when highway driving relied more heavily on faith than on phones.
Mike and Steve get a little bored while driving home on Halloween after their shift at a fast food joint. The vehicle that they decide to joke around with has no idea how to play games.
As a matter of fact, the driver hasn't taken a breath in a very long time.
Excerpt
The El Camino was thundering past
mile marker two twenty-two when Steve
finally asked Mike to consider easing off the gas.
“You know highway patrol likes to hide
out in the woods by the Wilson County
line.”
It was true. They had avoided getting
their licenses suspended for racing many
times by cooling it near that speed trap.
Mike considered it. His eyes, bathed
in a thinning band of white light, flicked up to the rear view and down at the speedometer. Nothing back there.
The reflectors atop the concrete barriers on the bridge were passing lighted stripes through the cab as they crossed over into Wilson County.
Mike had eased Chamille back down
to around ninety but was reluctant to shy any more than that.
“C’mon Mike, just think about it. If
the cops pull us over and ticket us, there’s gonna be substantial evidence tying us to the wreck. It’ll put us along this highway right at the time of the accident.”
Mike’s eyes canvased the stretch of
dark behind them. Again, he looked
beneath his hand at the gauges.
“Ah shit, man!” said Steve.
A pair of blinding headlights had
flicked on from the wooded crossover path connecting the east and westbound lanes.
It was precisely where they had gotten
lucky time and time again.
It seemed, their luck had run out.
The El Camino lulled forward as
Mike’s foot fell off the accelerator in an attempt to get within twenty over. He
didn’t need a reckless driving charge.
Steve put his head back against the
bench seat, looking up at the headliner.
“I told you.”
Now, the patrolman was easing out
from the forest onto the deserted highway.
It’s headlamps rocking as the tires gainedpurchase on the asphalt.
No blue lights yet, though.
Something about those headlamps.
They weren’t any kinda lights they had
ever seen on an interceptor before.
Come to think of it. Mike got a
strange feeling about the way those bright lights came on first hand. Not very police like, he thought. It felt more like he were in a dirty harry movie and some gangsters were lying in ambush for him.
That’s what those lights reminded
him of.
Mike pressed on the gas.
“What are you doing?” asked Steve in
desperation. “You can’t outrun a cop!”
“If that’s a cop then I’m Shirley
Temple,” said Mike.
Steve looked back, shielding his eyes
with his right hand.
“It’s blacker than the road. And they
haven’t made a police car shaped that way since the nineteen forties.”
Steve was still trying to make it out
from so far back. He didn’t like those
headlights. They were making him feel like he was living in one of the scary stories to tell in the dark. He was a frightened little kid again.
The truth was, he hadn’t seen headlamps
like those except on early model cars. And the last time he’d seen such an early model car, it had been upside down, shining its only good lamp up through a plume of dirt and dust.
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