The Hitchhiker
Horror in 100 words
I had to stop the car and take him in. It was getting dark and pouring hard. I couldn’t leave him like that.
He thanked me in a strange voice. We drove for a few miles in silence.
And then a deer ran across, forcing me to slam the brakes hard. Contents of his shirt pocket were scattered everywhere.
His driver’s license landed on my lap. Just before I gave it to him, I caught a glimpse of his DOB. 11/6/1998.
I froze, and all the blood in my body rushed to the head. Why? Because it happened on 4/16/2278.
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