My take on a scary short story with the constraint of maximum 275 words.
I don’t like driving the 20 minutes to David at night. The dark road snakes around rural areas until it reaches the outskirts of Munich. As I drove today, suddenly, there was something on the road. I hit the brakes. Branches. I looked around, nothing else to see. I got out and started removing them. Halfway, a car approached behind me. Headlights flashed. Asshole. Again: flash, flash. The car’s driver door opened and a big shadow started to run towards my car. I panicked. I jumped in my car and hit the gas. In my rear mirror, I saw the car following me. My heart was racing. Flash, flash.
After what felt like an eternity, I reached David’s house. I jumped out of the car and ran towards the door. There he was. I fell into his arms. Tears ran down my cheeks. “Calm down Sarah. What happened?” “Someone was following me, I-” The doorbell rang. To my horror, David opened. There was a big man, just like the shadow. That’s it. There was a big man, just like the one who was following me and he had a gun. “Is the girl alright?” Was I hearing correctly? Then I saw his badge: “Polizei.” “What happened?” David asked. “When she collected the branches from the street, someone came out of the bushes and climbed on the backseat of her car.” A shiver ran through me. We walked to my car. The door was still open and the lights on. The officer pulled out a flashlight. At first there was nothing. Then the light fell on two guitar strings laying on the backseat.
This story is based on an urban legend which reached me by word of mouth.
This story is based on an urban legend which reached me by word of mouth.
