The fog curled like ghostly fingers across the wet highway as the red semi-truck rumbled down the deserted road. Jack Carter squinted through the windshield, the wipers beating a steady rhythm against the drizzle. He had been driving for hours another long haul, another night of stale coffee, and the lonely hum of tires on asphalt.
But then, something unusual made him ease off the gas.
A figure stood by the roadside, barely visible through the mist. Jack leaned forward, heart instinctively tightening. It was a girl young, maybe in her early twenties wearing a tattered white wedding dress. Her bare feet sunk into the soggy grass. Her arms were wrapped around herself for warmth, and her long black hair hung in damp, tangled strands across her face.
Mud streaked the once-pristine gown, and small cuts lined her arms and legs. She looked like she had stepped straight out of a nightmare.Jack’s first instinct was caution. You hear stories setups, traps, worse. But something about her…..Read Full Story Here………………..
