“Julia” I sighed, “The lights are a myth.” Rumor has it, if you turn off your headlights when it’s close to midnight and then turn them back on, headlights will appear out of nowhere in the middle of your deserted lane. What happens after that? The road has been closed due to a recent accident so no one knows, but Julia was determined.
After we had cruised a few miles past the blockaded road, Julia gave me a mischievous grin and we were consumed in darkness. Maybe ten seconds had gone by when we collided with something in the road and felt, whatever it was, fly over the hood of the car. The tires screeched in protest as Julia screamed out as well.
“Oh my gosh. My parents are going to kill me.” Julia kept repeating those words as she slowly reversed to see what we had hit: only to find an empty road behind us. As Julia reached for the door handle, I grabbed her arm and told her to listen. Behind the humming of the engine you could hear the shuffling of feet coming towards us.
“Julia, turn the lights back on.” I whispered. As the lights flicked back on, the road around us was surrounded by people with blank looks on their faces, death rolling off their bodies, blood covering their hands, their eyes reflecting the light back onto us. As though their eyes were headlights in the middle of our deserted lane.
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After we had cruised a few miles past the blockaded road, Julia gave me a mischievous grin and we were consumed in darkness. Maybe ten seconds had gone by when we collided with something in the road and felt, whatever it was, fly over the hood of the car. The tires screeched in protest as Julia screamed out as well.
“Oh my gosh. My parents are going to kill me.” Julia kept repeating those words as she slowly reversed to see what we had hit: only to find an empty road behind us. As Julia reached for the door handle, I grabbed her arm and told her to listen. Behind the humming of the engine you could hear the shuffling of feet coming towards us.
“Julia, turn the lights back on.” I whispered. As the lights flicked back on, the road around us was surrounded by people with blank looks on their faces, death rolling off their bodies, blood covering their hands, their eyes reflecting the light back onto us. As though their eyes were headlights in the middle of our deserted lane.
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