A Stormy Night

***** A FICTION *****

I was driving along a dark road on a stormy night.
The rain was pouring and the wind was blowing.
The passenger sitting on my right seemed to be bad-tempered.

He had a scar in his face and was drunk which I could tell from the smell.

“Local police warned that a suspected serial killer with a scar is currently around the neighborhood,” said the broadcaster.

I shot a glance at him.
Suddenly, he bursted into laugh.

"Aha,” he said with a bizarre smile on his face.
“Drive faster,”he was a bit of impatient.
"Yes, sir,"I murmured.
I lift the speed to 140mph.

No one, except I, knew that ... he would be the next victim of the serial murder in a few minutes.

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