by Alexander Choi
The dilapidated road had a myriad of cracks in its asphalt as I cruised along the pavement. The blazing sun illuminated the land with rays penetrating through my windshield, hindering my vision of the road. I could faintly hear the wind whispering in my ear when
I took a glimpse of the rearview mirror and suddenly spotted a truck roaring towards me, about to ram me from behind. I swerved to the side of the road, just barely avoiding the collision as the truck bolted past me with its horn blaring in my ears. My car was swerving wildly while my wheels screeched against the asphalt. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my heart began racing to the moon. I was panting heavily, and my muscles were tensing. I clenched the steering wheel. A feeling of shock was written all over my face as I tried to regain calmness. My life just flashed before my eyes. I tried to fix my eyes on the road again. However, after the incident, that was when I spotted him. A man wearing a baseball cap with a black leather jacket was standing to the side of the road with a wide smile across his face. I swooped passed him and only had a quick glance of him.
Time passed, and the road seemed to drag on for an eternity. I had almost forgotten about the man until I saw him again on the side of the road. He still had his wide, open smile. I stared at him, like an eagle staring at its prey. He glared at me back with his disturbing, crooked smile. As I passed him, I glanced at the rearview mirror, and he was gone! The blood from my body was drained, and my skin became as white as a ghost trying to scare its victim. Beads of sweat began to run down my forehead as my hands became clammy. Shivers ran up my spine, and my grip on the steering wheel tightened. Feeling jittery, I focused on the road and dismissed the incident as my own imagination.
I had been driving for a while now, and the blue sky was beginning to be consumed by shades of black and grey. A drop of rain fell from the sky, then another, and soon you couldn’t see anything but pouring rain. I could hear the raindrops land on the roof of my car with a thud. The wind howled against the bushes with the leaves rustling in the gusty wind, along with an occasional owl hoot. The moon which was a giant light bulb glimmered against the velvety night, providing the only source of illumination besides my headlights. The moon’s beams seeped through the tall pine trees’ limbs and trunks which casted disfigured shadows. The eerie atmosphere tensed my muscles up, and I could feel each single hair in my body standing straight up. However, I did not see the man for a long time, and a sigh of relief fell over my face. I finally thought he had left me alone…or so I thought. I blinked my eyes, and the man suddenly appeared again on the side of the road. The hairs on my arms stuck up immediately. The sense of relief ran away from me. My palms started to perspire again. The strange man was as dry as a desert. There wasn’t a single drop on him to be seen. My jaw dropped to the ground. I cried out why was he following me as my head spun around in circles. I slammed on the pedal, and immediately, the wheels began spinning forward, consuming the air with exhaust and causing mud to spray everywhere. My car zoomed out of there so fast that not even the speed of light could catch us. I looked back through the rear view mirror, and he was gone! Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and a sense of uneasiness fell upon me.
Speeding away, I spotted a bar and decided to go in to get help. I trudged into the bar, stumbling in muddy, murky water and having rain drip down my face and neck. My body and clothes were completely soaked with water and fear when I entered. The bartender asked me what I would like. I shrieked out that someone has been following me. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. The man was sitting on the stool next to me. I toppled off my chair and let out a yelp but no sound escaped my mouth. The man seemed to have stolen all the air from my lungs. For a split second, there was nothing but silence. I simply gaped at him, praying that he wouldn’t kill me as I struggled to breathe in air. Beads of sweat ran down my brow. Courage could nowhere be seen on my face. The room was spinning. Finally, I pointed at my pursuer and screamed that he was sitting right next to me. But to my astonishment and horror, the perplexed bartender told me that he didn’t see anyone there.
Alexander Choi is a student at Winston Churchill High School.