The Dark Highway
The Dark Highway
In rural Texas, there existed a stretch of highway known as "Dead Man's Curve." The locals avoided it, whispering tales of unexplained occurrences and gruesome discoveries.
One stormy night, Sarah, a college student, drove home from a late-night study session. As she approached Dead Man's Curve, her GPS led her astray. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole.
Suddenly, her car sputtered and died. Sarah coasted to the side of the road, getting out to investigate. The wind howled, and rain pounded against her skin.
A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, with eyes glowing like embers. Sarah tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the storm.
The figure beckoned her toward an old, abandoned diner nearby. Sarah's feet moved involuntarily, as if drawn by an unseen force.
Inside, the diner was dimly lit, with tables set as if awaiting customers. The figure vanished, replaced by a low, raspy voice:
"Welcome to the last stop. You'll never leave."
Sarah discovered she was trapped, with no phone signal or escape. The voice continued:
"You'll join the others, forever stuck on this highway, reliving their final moments."
As Sarah panicked, the diner began to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. She stumbled upon a room filled with old photographs – images of people who had vanished on Dead Man's Curve.
Sarah realized she was doomed to join them.
The next morning, police found Sarah's car, abandoned and covered in mud. She was never seen again.
Locals whispered that on stormy nights, Sarah's screams echoed through Dead Man's Curve, forever trapped in the abyss of the Dark Highway.
In rural Texas, there existed a stretch of highway known as "Dead Man's Curve." The locals avoided it, whispering tales of unexplained occurrences and gruesome discoveries.
One stormy night, Sarah, a college student, drove home from a late-night study session. As she approached Dead Man's Curve, her GPS led her astray. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole.
Suddenly, her car sputtered and died. Sarah coasted to the side of the road, getting out to investigate. The wind howled, and rain pounded against her skin.
A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, with eyes glowing like embers. Sarah tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the storm.
The figure beckoned her toward an old, abandoned diner nearby. Sarah's feet moved involuntarily, as if drawn by an unseen force.
Inside, the diner was dimly lit, with tables set as if awaiting customers. The figure vanished, replaced by a low, raspy voice:
"Welcome to the last stop. You'll never leave."
Sarah discovered she was trapped, with no phone signal or escape. The voice continued:
"You'll join the others, forever stuck on this highway, reliving their final moments."
As Sarah panicked, the diner began to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. She stumbled upon a room filled with old photographs – images of people who had vanished on Dead Man's Curve.
Sarah realized she was doomed to join them.
The next morning, police found Sarah's car, abandoned and covered in mud. She was never seen again.
Locals whispered that on stormy nights, Sarah's screams echoed through Dead Man's Curve, forever trapped in the abyss of the Dark Highway.
