The Distant Nightmare
The rain hit the windshield like gravel. I kept my hands at ten and two. The truck groaned. It was a heavy sound. Deep in the chassis. Like a bone breaking. I didn't look back. I couldn't. The mirror was fogged. Or maybe it was just dark. The woods on the side of the road were thick. Black pines. They stood still. Watching. I knew they were watching. That was the first thing I learned. They...
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