Chapter 11
“Sorry, I’d better get going,” you tell Jasper. “I’m supposed to be at this dinner party. I don’t want to be late.”
“Oh.” He looks disappointed, but nods in understanding. “I see. Well, thank you for taking me this far. You’re very kind.”
“No problem.”
You sit there, waiting for Jasper to exit your car. But he isn’t moving. He’s just sitting there, staring at you, a strange look in his eyes. The light of the full moon makes the white hairs in his beard almost look like tiny worms.
“Um,” you say, “I really have to get going. Unless you’re coming to the dinner party?” You laugh, although it comes out choked. “Seriously, though. I don’t want to be late.”
But he doesn’t budge. Instead, he reaches out his large hands and wraps them around your throat.
You try to scream, but you can’t because his hands are cutting off your windpipe. His grip tightens until you start to see spots, and then your vision fades entirely.
You’re going to die. This man is going to kill you.
You are losing consciousness, and your final thought before you succumb to death is that if only you hadn’t picked up this hitchhiker, your night would have gone completely differently.
THE END
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