It was a nice breezy evening. I was on my way home after a long day of work. I was just about to hit the highway when I saw a man. He was just standing on the side of the road. I slowed to a stop and asked him if he needed to get somewhere or if he needed anything. He just nodded. I opened the passenger door for him and he climbed in. He looked rough. His clothes were tattered and he brought a musky smell about him. I tried to ask him about where he needed to go or just anything in general, but he sat quietly. He suddenly opened the door while I was driving and jumped out. I screeched to a stop. I stepped out of the car and looked for the man’s body. I was going easily over 60. But the man was nowhere to be found. I got home safely that night. The next day I saw the same man coming back from work. He was in the exact same place as before. I pulled over and he got in. I was a bit shocked. How was he still alive? He had no visible wounds or anything? The exact same thing happened that day. And the next. And the next. It happened almost as if I were in a loop or dream. Finally after weeks of the same thing happening he finally did something. He turned his head toward me. When I saw his face I screamed in terror. I crashed the car that night. I started wandering and looking for help. When I looked down on myself, I realized that I was the man. Musky smelling and tattered clothes. Then a car drove by...
This is a real quick story I had that I wanted you all to have. Enjoy because this occasion wont be often.
