The Hitchhiker (standard:horror, 782 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Jun 28 2006	Views/Reads: 4025/2342	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A serial killer was loose on the highways.

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figure what's this world coming to."He slipped the rag into his back 
pocket and said, 

“Well, that will be two bucks” 

I paid him. 

He thanked me, told me to be careful ,and went back inside the building,


Just then the kid came back outside carrying two bags of chips and a
couple of Coke. 

After we finished eating the snacks, I drove out of the gas station and
headed 

down the highway. 

A few minutes of silence elapsed, then the kid said, 

“You know,I was wondering about the killings,” 

“Yeah? what about them?”I asked. 

“What makes a guy go on a rampage like that.” 

“Well, people kill for various reasons..revenge, greed, jealousy. Some
times, they are just plain psychos, killing just for the pleasure of 
it”. I explained.”He  surprises people.  Never know whre he will pop up 
next. Or who his next target will be, It's difficult to catch a man 
like that.” 

"These nutcases are usually very clever" The kid said licking his lips”
but I say they will get him. He can't go on killing people like that.  
He will make a slip up some time. “ 

“Well,I guess that after awhile it didn't make any difference to him
what they were, Men , women, children. They were all the same,” I said. 


I heard they got a description of him.”the kid said suddenly. 

“Yeah? what did they say he looked like ?”I asked 

“Well , for one thing, the survivor said he had red hair.”He replied. 

“How about me, don't I fit the description?”I asked playfully. 

“Naw, you've got brown hair.”He answered. 

I stopped the car and said. “I could have dyed it .” 

The kid's eyes widened in fear and disbelief  when he realize what was
going to 

happen . 

I stopped the car and reached for my axe. 

The kid was strong and dispatching him was difficult. 

I scattered his body parts in some nearby bushes and threw his head in
the river as I drove home. 

“Well done, David”said the Voice in my head. 

The Voices keep telling me to do these things to people and I can't help
myself. I must obey. 

The End 

Copyright 2006 Michael Lance Kersting 


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