{"id":2908,"date":"2015-10-28T20:00:31","date_gmt":"2015-10-28T20:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2908"},"modified":"2015-10-28T13:23:03","modified_gmt":"2015-10-28T13:23:03","slug":"october-22-2015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/october-22-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"October 22, 2015"},"content":{"rendered":"

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October 22, 2015<\/h1>\n

by Rayma Elaine<\/p>\n

It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at the office. Since I was the last one there, I had to check all the rooms and then lock up. I turned out the last light, then was on my way out. I locked up and headed to my car. I went to unlock the door,
\nwhen I see that it\u2019s already unlocked..? I always lock my car doors. It\u2019s one of those obsessive things that everyone has. This was definitely weird. I open the door, and everything seems
\nperfectly fine. I convinced myself that I was probably just thrown off my groove, and forgot to lock it. I turned the radio up way loud to keep me awake.<\/p>\n

I was probably 10 minutes away from being home. Everything is going perfectly fine. I checked my rearview mirror, and I see a pair of huge, blue glowing eyes. I slam on the brakes and whip around immediately. It\u2019s a man, but I didn\u2019t know him, and I couldn\u2019t see his face well enough because it was so dark.<\/p>\n

\u201cWHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY CAR?!\u201d I scream, my heart pumping out of my chest. He just looked at me, and got this huge, evil grin on his face, from ear to ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about time you noticed me,\u201d he snickered. So many things were going through my head. So many questions.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet out of my car. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep driving, or you\u2019ll regret it.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this point adrenaline was pumping through my veins faster than teenagers going to lunch. I didn\u2019t know what he was planning on doing. What if he had a gun? I turned around, put my car in drive, and continued down the road.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s better,\u201d he stated.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just here to warn you. You have until October 23rd of next year. Don\u2019t tell anyone about this or else that date will be moved up. You can try moving, changing your job, whatever. I\u2019ll still going to find you, so it wouldn’t be worth the try. See you then.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was so confused. What did that mean? Who was he? Then, I realized that it was completely silent. I check the back seat and he\u2019s gone. He completely vanished into thin air.<\/p>\n

What. The. Actual. Frick.<\/p>\n

I finally get home. I simply locked my car, walked inside and got straight into bed.<\/p>\n

I know he said not to tell anyone, but it\u2019s been 11 months. There hasn\u2019t been a single day that I don\u2019t think about that night. Wondering if he\u2019ll ever just pop up again. I\u2019ve been extremely paranoid about someone being in my backseat. I check at least 3 times before I start my car, just to make sure he isn\u2019t there. This guy, whoever he was, completely ruined whatever ounce of sanity I had left.<\/p>\n

Oh, and want to know another fun fact?<\/p>\n

Check the date.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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