I opened the car door and he climbed in.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Santa Fe.”
“You from there?”
He looked over at me, his face morphed into red flesh crossed by black tire treads. He smiled a toothless grin, eyes bulbous and staring.
“When I was alive.”
The story was written for the YeahWrite microprose challenge – a ghost story in 49 words excluding the words ghost, haunt, spirit, fright, chill and eerie. Click the link above to read other entries and vote for your favorites!
Creeeeepy! Now I want to know – did he really need a ride, or did he have some other nefarious purpose?
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I think the driver is the one who ran him over…
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One good reason not to pick up hitchhikers!
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Well that’ll make your heart stop…
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Chilling!
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Never ever ever ever pick up hitchhikers! That was creepy! Well done 🙂
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Thank you!
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Oooh the tire tracks just gave me such a mental image. (Shivers)
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Oh, this spooked me, especially the tire marks!
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Thank you! I felt like I was channeling Stephen King while writing this
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Oh, that was creepy. I like this version of the urban legend!
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