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|Roxanne ! ( A tale of terror) (standard:horror, 1492 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Oct 06 2005||Views/Reads: 2334/1376||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Not for the squeamish!|
The hitchhiker stood alongside the highway wrapped in a shawl. A slight drizzle was on and the night was cold and windy. Frank who was driving in that direction ,and seeing from the figure that it was a woman pulled up alongside.her. “Can I give you a lift?” He offered. The figure smiled at him and replied, “You sure can ,mister.” Frank opened the door and she got in. .He found a gear and drove on. She was a young woman about eighteen ,blonde, with piercing green eyes “How come you are on the road at this hour ?” Frank inquired .curiously “My boyfriend left me because I won't have sex with him,” she replied bluntly “Fine boy friend you have, ditching you like this and in this weather” Frank replied sarcastically . “Yeah,” She answered evenly, “He's a bastard all right, but I will get even !” she said bitterly. “How far do you live from here? Frank asked “A few miles down the road” she replied quickly “Perhaps you can come in and have some coffee,” She suggested, with a bright smile ,which revealed perfect lily white teeth “You look like a nice man.” “You mean you live alone?, asked Frank . “Not really, I have a room mate,” she replied evenly,” but she's out of town, gone to see her parents”. “Oh, I see” ,replied Frank “ By the way, my name is Roxanne,” “That's a pretty name , mine's Frank,” he offered smiling, ”Reminds me of a movie I saw years ago called “Cyrano!” “Cyrano?” she asked raising her brows curiously “Yes ” he replied ,”He was a master swordsman who had a huge nose, and any one who taunt him about it ended up dead.!” “ Wow!” she said amazed ,”He was sure sensitive about it” “Yes, he certainly was,” Frank said adding,” Any way, he had a secret love for his cousin Roxanne ,but he was so sensitive about his nose, that he declined to tell her.” “His cousin?” she asked surprised. “Yes, They could marry in those days.” “And what happened? ”she asked. “Well” He continued,” Roxanne fell in love with a fellow named Christian ,but Christian was a shy young man, and he didn't know how to express his love for her so. he told Cyrano who was also a Poet and a friend of his . Cyrano agreed to speak for him secretly ,as he did not want to reveal himself to her and Christian agreed ,.not knowing about Cyrano's secret love for her. of course. and with Cyrano's poetic words, Christian had won her over and they were happily married.” “Wow, that's a great story” She said in a child's voice,” and what happened to Cyrano?,” she asked curiously. Frank noticed that her voice would change in to a child's voice occasionally, but gave it no thought “ Well” he replied clearing his throat,,” He became an alcoholic, and was killed when a coach that ran over him” “How sad !”she said sympathetically They drove in silence a few more miles and the young lady said “You can stop here now, please.” Frank looked out of the window at the house. It stood a sort distance away from the road in what he surmised an isolated area, he couldn't see any other building nearby which he thought was strange. It was a small bungalow with a little garden in front . Roxanne got out and invited him and told him to follow. They walked down a narrow footpath to the door. Frank stood motionless as the girl opened the door. Once inside, the girl switched on the lights, which revealed a very modern living room, with a fifty inch TV which faced a long cream leatherette sofa opposite. On the coffee table was a pile of women's magazines “You can sit down and make yourself comfortable while I go and make the coffee”She suggested with a smile. . Frank sat down as the girl went into the kitchen. A strange feeling of dread washed over him, as he sat down.. Something wasn't right! but he couldn't figure out what! .He took up a magazine and began browsing through uninterested. “Are you married “ The girl asked suddenly from the kitchen “Use to be, but that was five years ago! 'Frank replied “I am sorry”she replied. “That's okay,I tried ,but it didn't work out! ”replied Frank, “I guess we were incompatible” “How do you like your coffee? “ She asked, “Black!” Frank replied “Okay, a black coffee coming up !” She came out of the kitchen, holding a cup and saucer .and handed it to him. Frank took it and smiled, Thanks!” “Drink while I go and change into something more comfortable”.she suggested. Frank took a sip.” Hmmm, tastes great! ”he said. pleasantly “Thanks “she replied She turned and walked behind a curtain .which hung over a doorway . As He sipped the brew, he wondered what the night would unfold . He still felt uneasy. Click here to read the rest of this story (62 more lines)
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