A Quiet Drive Turns Dark on a Lonely Road
The driver cruised slowly down the twisting forest road, calm and steady, an old dog asleep beside them. Shadows thickened as dusk deepened, the towering trees whispering secrets in the fading light.
Up ahead, a hesitant sedan crept forward, its slow pace unsettling. Then, without warning, the rear door cracked open — a black garbage bag slipped quietly onto the gravel shoulder. In an instant, the car sped off, stirring dust and silence alike.
The driver’s eyes locked on the bag, a chill creeping in as the peaceful ride gave way to uneasy questions. The road stretched onward into the night, thick with shadows and unspoken mysteries.
