Asha
He was huddled on the shoulder of the right side of the road. The suv I was driving swerved to the left shoulder of the road. I get out and look both ways before I cross over.
I see a man wearing all black. Pants, shirt and a big black overcoat. He had very dark black hair, which he had to have dyed because his eyebrows were very pale. He had blue eyes and a rather sinister smile. He wasn’t someone I would go out of my way to help because the creepy vibes were pretty high on this one, but I was already out so might as well see what I can help him with.
“Hi, sir, are you alright? I’m sorry I almost hit you. I didn’t really see you,” I tell him.
“Get in the backseat of your car,” he says harshly.
“Excuse me?” I ask. I couldn’t have heard him right because that is one unusual thing
