The night didn't seem any different than any other night. He was a waiter at a local restaraunt, and he was making his usual trip back home. His house was what you might call "in the middle of nowhere" even though there were occasional street lights on the main road that all but lead directly to his doorstep. The road, although not a dirt road persay, resembled that far more closely than it did the slick pathway of most heavily traveled roads. He was speeding, as usual, down the road with a local country radio station playing at a barely audible level from only the back two speakers. He drove along, letting his mind criss cross from this to that, reviewing his day in his mind. He glanced up at his rear-view mirror, if but for a moment out of sheer habbit, and allowed his eyes to drift back to the road ahead of him. Though once his eyes had firmly set themselves back on the road, he glanced back, almost not believing what his eyes had just shown him. He glanced furiously in the mirror, but no sign remained of the nigh time mirrage that once before had stood only a car's lenght behind him. He continued driving.

A few moments later, he loked back again into his mirror, only to find once again his terrifying delusion was glancing him in the face. He chose not to believe it, and focused back on the road, if not but a bit more hurriedly now. He perceived that it was merely a flash of light in the back window of his truck caused by the frequently passing overhead lamps.

He sped along and passed through the dim orange light of one of the several street lights on that road. Remembering again his experiences from earlier, he glanced back in his mirror, focusing intently on the broad field of light cast by the lamp above so as to use it's illuminating glow to investigate anything that might have been following him. As he moved further away from it down the road, he stared at the light, untill it dissappeared on the horizon. Confident that he had seen nothing more than exactly how tired he was from working a ten hour shift that day, he again continued his driving.

Further now down the road, though seemingly no closer to his home, he passed yet another street lamp, thogh this time, he decided not to look back. Within an instant, the air seemed to grow far cooler, and a damp feel was floating in the air. He made himself look back in the mirror to check the light that had just passed him not but a moment ago, but... where was it.. hadn't he just passed it?.. though.. it seemed to have already distanced itself from sight.. but.. that was impossible.. it had only moments ago illuminated the cabin of his old Ford truck.... With an almost panicing nature, he thought to himself, desperately attempting to rationalize the light's dissappearance.

He was driving QUTE fast now, as he had a feeling that he should just not be on that road at just that moment that night. No help to him was that there was no moon in the sky, due partly to the fact that the moon was barely but waxed a day since the new moon, and due also to the cloudy skies that now stood over his speeding vehicle. The chill in the air had become a deep cool night air blowing over the once still land that surrounded the deserted road. His pulse rate quickened as more and more things kept screaming that something was wrong, terribly, terribly wrong. The street lights kept going from beyond his sight after but a moment after having passed over his truck, and the air seemed to be getting cooler my the moment. A terrible silence was in the air, even with his radio still playing and wind blowing ever fiercer.

The wind was blowing into his vehicle at such a rate as to lessen his speed a little. He refused to let himself look in his mirror again, infact he had tilted it upward to prevent an accidental glance. One thing that terrified him greatly, was that it seemed that his head lamps were no longer shining in front of him as they had before, and the street lights that passed from time to time, seemed to show only a small circle of light that barely illuminated the cabin of the truck.

Once more he passed through the light of a dim street lamp, his only security in the terrifying ordeal. The light passed over his truck, and quickly dissappeared.. but surely.. it was just his imagination, though his heart screamed at him that everything was wrong, but his mind tried to rationalize it and tell him everything was alright. A terrifying, low pang against the back window made his heart jump. He looked back for a moment, and a crack had developed in the window that nearly split the entire length of the glass. Once more an overhead lamp passed over him, though this one seemed to be of usual strenght. He tilted down his mirror to glance back to use the seemingly powerful light to investigat the path he was leaving behind. All seemed normal for a moment, but then, to his horror, a hundred dark sillouhetes seemed to creep from every direction.. gathering.. and blocking the light from his view.

Once again a PANG against the truck, only this time it was the front glass. PANG, another crack. PANG, still another on the passenger side front window. He was terrified, his heart raced, as he opened the engine all the way and attempted to find an end to it. He focused on the small patch of light he had left infront of him, so as not to crash his vehicle

An erie sound, not unlike one would hear coming from a very large creaking door sounded inside the cabin of the truck. He knew, without looking................... behind him, his nightmare mirrage re-collected itself, though this time.. not behind the vehicle..... but behind HIM

The next day his truck was found on the shoulder of the road, parked, with the keys still in the ignition. Cracks in every piece of glass on the vehicle, and long scratches that ran the entire length of the truck, many sets, the majority of which in patterns of four. The paint on the truck also was peeling as though it had passed through a great heat, and the tires had not but a single indention of tread on them.

He too was found, his eyes completely blackend out and his skin almost like that of charcoal... he was found 5 miles away, draped in a very unnatural position over his father's tomb, in who's murder... he was the leading suspect,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,