Old Bluff

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story I revised for the Halloween season this year.

There is something creepy about Old Bluff Road. Jessica is driving, waiting for her boyfriend. On a dark road she encounters someone...or something.

The green Malibu was stopped along a dark hilly road. The driver clutched the steering wheel in a death grip as someone climbed into the passenger side of the car.

“We can go now, Jessica.”  There was a moment of silence. “Jessica?”

“I–I just hit someone, Dimitri.”

“What?”

“I was driving, waiting for you. When I rounded the curve back there someone stepped out in front of the car. I hit the brakes but I couldn’t stop!”

“Jessica! Why didn’t you call the police?”

“I just panicked. I didn’t know what to do…”

“Goddamnit, Jessica!” Dimitri yelled and grabbed an emergency flashlight from the glove compartment. He headed for the front of the car.

“Dimitri?”

His rich baritone laughter drifted back to her. “Really funny, Jessica! You almost had me going.”

“This isn’t a joke! I hit someone back there!”

“Going what? Two miles an hour? Come on, the joke’s over, Jessi.”

“Why are you being so mean? I’m telling you I hit someone!” she screamed. “I was doing almost 40 on the curve and someone walked out in front of me!”

Dimitri leaned back into the car. “How can that be? There’s not a scratch on the car, Jessi.”

“I don’t understand. I saw him, I felt the thud…”

“You really think you saw something? Fine, let’s drive back there and take a look.” He shook his head and slid back into the vehicle.

She nodded and turned the car around, driving back to the curve where she struck the man. They got out and started searching the ditches and bushes near the sides of the road. The dim light from the headlights and Dimitri’s flashlight elongated the trees’ shadows, making them eerie in the night’s stillness. Jessica shivered slightly.

“I’m not seeing anybody, Jessica,” Dimitri said, a few minutes later. “Maybe you fell asleep behind the wheel and dreamt the whole damn thing.”

“I wasn’t sleeping!”

“I don’t know what to say, Jessi. There are no marks on the car, I don’t see any blood. All I see are trees.”

“I want to get turned around and come back down Old Bluff the same way I was going when it happened. Maybe we’ll see him with the headlights facing the same way.”

“I don’t know…Whatever,” Dimitri grumbled as they got back in the car. “One pass down and then let’s go home. I’m tired…”

The Malibu swung down the road again. “Dimitri, the curve will be coming up. Look for someone lying in the bushes on your side.”

“This is stupid…no one is out here at this time of the night,” he whined. “I can’t see anything but trees and– Jessica, look out!” he yelled, as a man dressed in white stepped in front of their car.

Jessica screamed and jerked the steering wheel hard to the right. The car careened off the curve and into a small tree.

“It’s him…same man. But how, I hit…already…” Dimitri heard Jessica wheeze as darkness engulfed his vision.


Submitted: October 17, 2016

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Oleg Roschin

Very scary! The cliffhanger ending, in particular, is really well done: the reader is left alone to imagine what exactly happened next... and that is more terrifying than an actual decsription of the mysterious man. I like how, despite the short length of the story, you managed to make the two characters well-rounded and convincing in their arguments.

Sat, August 5th, 2017 6:36am

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Thank you Oleg! I know some of the creepiest stories I've ever read are those where I fill in the unknowns and I wanted to convey that while making the characters realistic.

Short stories is a new domain that I've been exploring and occasionally I wonder if I make the stories too short. I am glad you felt these characters were well-done despite the shortness of the story.

Tue, August 8th, 2017 8:09am

Sean Terrence Best

Theresa, your mystical script gives me that free-flying feel good sensation like winged stallions racing across the midnight sky with a flaming chariot of astral rainbow dreams - like that song Eddie Money sings Two Tickets to Paradise. Please promise me Theresa that every time you hear that song you'll think of me, because every time I hear that song I think of you and the magical voyages your wondrous writing takes me on ~*

Sun, February 18th, 2018 7:36am

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Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed reading it! I will have to look up that song. :)

Sun, February 18th, 2018 8:06pm

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