Real Road Side Story 02

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00:00They thought they buried a body, but some roads. Don't forget.

00:05The night was quiet. Too quiet for a highway that usually roared with life.

00:11Three friends, Rizwan, Ali, and Hassan, were driving home after a late night party in the hills.

00:17The road was wet from rain, headlights slicing through the fog like knives.

00:22Ali was at the wheel, laughing at something Rizwan said, when a figure suddenly stepped out of the

00:28dark. A thud. The car screeched. Silence. They ran out, hearts pounding. A man lay twisted on the

00:36asphalt, blood mixing with rainwater. He came out of nowhere, Ali gasped. Panic set in. No witnesses,

00:44no signal, and fear of prison. Against Hassan's pleas, they dragged the body off the road and

00:50buried it behind an old milestone. When they got back in the car, no one spoke. Just the steady

00:56hum of the tires and the GPS voice calmly saying, in 200 meters, turn back. Ali frowned. I didn't set

01:05a route. He reset the app, but it kept rerouting. Turn back. Turn back. Turn back. The same voice,

01:13softer each time. Almost whispering now. After an hour, the fog thickened again. The same cracked

01:20milestone appeared ahead. The same one they buried the body behind. Rizwan's face went pale. That's not

01:28possible. We've been driving straight. The GPS spoke again. You've arrived at your destination.

01:35A figure stood by the road, soaked, shivering, familiar. It was him. The man they buried. His face

01:43was half-lit by their headlights, eyes hollow, lips trembling into a smile. He pointed at the trunk.

01:50Ali turned slowly. The trunk light was blinking. Inside lay their shovels and a fresh body bag

01:58with Hassan's name written on it. The road stretched on endlessly into the fog, silent, waiting. And when

02:06the car engine started again, only two friends were left to drive the road home.