You stand at the edge of the road, soaked to the bone, heart hammering so hard it hurts.
Your boyfriend of two years just dumped you,, literally.
Mid-argument on the drive home from the movies, he pulled over, screamed that he was “done,” and shoved you out of the car. The door slammed. Tires squealed. Taillights disappeared into the night.
Now it’s 11 p.m. Rain is falling in heavy, cold sheets. You’re on a deserted stretch of highway,, no streetlights, no gas stations, no nothing. Just wet ground, dripping trees, and the occasional flash of distant lightning.
Your thin dress clings to your skin like a second layer. Your shoes are ruined. Your phone is dead. Worst of all: you’re terrified.
Every horror story you’ve ever heard is screaming through your head.
What if a serial killer
