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.

Submitted: October 17, 2016

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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.


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