The Haunting on the Highway
Warning: The ending is probably quite gruesome for some people. On that fateful night, my husband and I, along with our infant, embarked on a journey down a desolate highway. It was late, deliberately chosen to avoid the suffocating traffic and the relentless sun. The moon hung ominously in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the deserted road.
The Missing Woman
The rain fell in relentless sheets, washing the city streets clean of their sins. I stood in the downpour, the cold water seeping through my coat, searing my skin like a blade. I was a man on a mission, hunting for the missing woman who had haunted my nights for weeks.
Find Me Guilty
I sat in the courtroom, dressed in my best suit, trying to appear composed. The trial was in full swing, and the tension in the air was palpable. They said I was the bad guy, but I knew they would find me innocent in the end. I mean, why wouldn't they? I shouldn't even be here in the first place.
Revisions of Dread
The rain was relentless as I drove along the winding mountain road, the thunderous storm making the night seem darker than ever. My fingers clung to the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension. I had no choice but to keep going. There was no turning back now.