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3 True Hitchhiking Horror Stories Animated
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00:02I left Rachel's party around 1am, with three margaritas in my system and my windows cracked
00:08to let the cold air sober me up. The back roads were empty, which was exactly why I took them.
00:15It meant no police intervention or drivers honking to get a pass. I was doing fine until I came
00:23across the two kids standing under a streetlight that kept flickering. The boy looked to be around
00:30eleven, and the girl was maybe ten. They weren't waving or sobbing or doing anything kids should do
00:37when they're standing on a dark road at one in the morning. They were just standing there,
00:43like they'd been waiting. I should have kept driving, but something about how still they were
00:49made me pull over. The passenger window was already down, making it easier for the girl
00:55to lean in. Can you take us home? Where are your parents? We're lost. Can we get in? I looked
01:02around
01:02to observe how only tall, looming trees were the only living creatures in sight. Where do you live?
01:09I can ring the cops. We'll tell you where to turn. Just take us home. Before I could say anything
01:15else,
01:15they opened the back door, climbed in, and buckled themselves without being asked.
01:21I watched them in the rearview mirror, trying to figure out what felt wrong. It had to be their
01:27clothes, given how outdated they looked. The boy wore khakis and a polo that seemed to belong to a
01:34nineties catalog. The girl had on a denim jumper with flowers on the pockets. Everything looked clean
01:42and pressed, but old somehow. So where am I going? I asked, putting the car in drive.
01:49Just keep going straight. I'll tell you where to turn. I shrugged and hit the gas.
01:56Five minutes passed, and the boy leaned forward between the seats, staring at the dashboard.
02:02How fast are you going?
02:04Forty-five.
02:05Are you tired?
02:06A little.
02:07How much did you drink?
02:08I glanced at him in the mirror.
02:11Excuse me?
02:12The girl grabbed his arm.
02:14You're not supposed to yet.
02:17Not supposed to what?
02:19Neither of them answered. The boy sat back, but his eyes stayed on me through the mirror.
02:25His stare was flat and curious, like he was studying me. I tried to shake off the chills crawling up
02:32my
02:32spine. Asked them their names, how they got lost, and what their parents did.
02:37They barely gave me anything, except instructions.
02:42Turn left at the next light.
02:44I did, and realized that we were heading away from the neighborhood I knew.
02:49As the houses got farther apart, I could see more trees and fewer streetlights.
02:54At a stoplight, I looked in the rearview mirror. The kids were sitting there, but something was off.
03:02Their faces looked dimmer, like the light was avoiding them.
03:07I blinked hard. When I looked again, everything seemed normal.
03:12Do you remember this road?
03:14Should I?
03:15The girl elbowed him.
03:17Stop! She doesn't remember yet.
03:20My hands tightened on the wheel.
03:22Remember what?
03:23Turn right up here.
03:25She ignored my question.
03:26We turned onto a road I didn't recognize. It was narrow, with zero paint on the asphalt, and only trees
03:34pressing in on both sides.
03:36The headlights barely cut through the dark. My heartbeat picked up.
03:41Where are we going?
03:43My voice came out higher than I meant it to.
03:46Almost there.
03:47They started whispering to each other now. I couldn't make out the words, but their tone was urgent. They were
03:55arguing about something.
03:57Do you believe accidents can replay themselves?
04:00The girl suddenly asked.
04:02What?
04:02Slow down. It's right here.
04:05I squinted, and a gate with old rusted iron bars appeared on the left.
04:10It was pitch dark beyond the fence, and rows of shapes I recognized as headstones.
04:17It's a cemetery.
04:18I gasped as I slowed to a crawl.
04:21Stop the car.
04:22My foot hovered over the brake. Everything in me screamed to keep driving, but I couldn't.
04:29It was like something else was controlling my leg.
04:33As the car stopped, the kids fell silent.
04:36The girl pointed through the fence at a single grave visible in the moonlight.
04:41It was close to the road.
04:43The headstone was small and plain.
04:46It held no name I could see from here, but a date was carved into the stone.
04:52It was tonight, ten years ago.
04:55This is where it happened.
04:56My head started pounding as images flashed.
05:00I remembered headlights, my car swerving, brakes screeching, and two small figures in the road.
05:08God, no!
05:09You were young and drunk that night.
05:12You didn't see us until it was too late.
05:15No.
05:17No.
05:18My voice broke.
05:20I could barely breathe.
05:21You were walking home.
05:23You came around the curve too fast.
05:26The memories hit me all at once.
05:28I could feel the impact, hear the sound.
05:31I remember getting out and seeing them on the asphalt and choosing to drive away.
05:37The news reports never identified the two kids.
05:40The case was cold from the beginning.
05:43I looked in the mirror.
05:45The kids were staring at me with those flat, empty eyes.
05:50I was shaking.
05:52We just wanted to go home.
05:54I slammed my foot on the gas.
05:56The car lurched forward.
05:58I didn't look back.
06:00Couldn't look back.
06:01I just drove, taking turns randomly until I couldn't see the cemetery anymore.
06:07I finally pulled onto the shoulder miles away, still trembling like a leaf.
06:12I sat there trying to breathe, trying to convince myself I'd imagined it.
06:17That's when my eyes fell on the rear window, and I screamed.
06:22Small, muddy handprints were smeared across the inside of the glass, like someone had been pressing their palms against it
06:29to push through and get out.
06:31Or maybe trying to get home.
06:34I drove straight to the police station and told them everything.
06:38They pulled up the case, and it was still an unsolved hit and run.
06:42Emma and Jacob Martinez were twins, walking home from a friend's house.
06:48I'm waiting for the trial now, but what keeps me up isn't the prison time.
06:54It's knowing that those kids are still out there, standing under that streetlight, waiting for someone to take them home.
07:01And wondering who's going to pull over next.
07:08I saw her around 11 p.m. on Route 9, standing with her thumb out.
07:14She was maybe 25, wearing jeans and a gray hoodie.
07:18Her left shoe was missing, and she looked pale and shaken in my headlights.
07:23My mom raised me to help people in need, so I pulled over without second thoughts.
07:28She jogged up with this grateful smile, thanking me over and over as she explained how her boyfriend threw her
07:36out after a fight.
07:37Oh, I've been standing here for over an hour.
07:40She said as she climbed in.
07:42My sister lives in Melbrook. She'd let me crash. I'm Lucy, by the way.
07:47Paul.
07:48I pulled back onto the highway, and she settled in, pulling her hood down.
07:53She was cute, in an endearing sort of way, with brown hair that was stunning.
07:59I couldn't believe some jerk did that to her.
08:03Within 10 minutes, I felt comfortable enough to share where I worked, where my family lived, and crack a few
08:09jokes.
08:10She laughed at all of them, made comments about songs on the radio, said I was one of the good
08:16ones for stopping.
08:19So, do you have a girlfriend?
08:21Lucy sang. Um, no.
08:24What? You're kidding. Are all the girls around you idiots?
08:29I blushed slightly.
08:31As Lucy rested her hand on my thigh, I looked down to see where her palms were sliding, when I
08:38noticed the one show she still had on.
08:40Her right foot was propped against the dashboard, and the sole was covered in dark stains that looked thicker and
08:48stickier than dirt.
08:49It was almost black in the dim light from the dashboard.
08:54She followed my eyes and laughed.
08:57It's just roadkill.
08:58I stepped on a dead possum.
09:00Gross, right?
09:02She asked if I had napkins.
09:04I told her to check the glove box.
09:06She rummaged around while I kept driving.
09:09But something felt off.
09:11The stains didn't look like roadkill.
09:14They looked fresh.
09:16As she started wiping, a nasty metallic smell hit me.
09:21It filled the car so fast, I almost gagged.
09:24I started to say maybe I should pull over so she could clean her shoe outside.
09:30But before I could finish the sentence, pain exploded in my left thigh.
09:36I looked down and saw the box cutter in her hand.
09:40The blade was buried in my leg, and she was pressing it deeper.
09:45Don't scream.
09:47Keep driving, Paul.
09:49Her voice was sickeningly calm and friendly, as if we were discussing the weather when I could hardly breathe.
09:56Blood was already soaking through my jeans.
09:59My foot spasmed on the gas pedal, and the car lurched forward.
10:03She twisted the blade slightly, and I screamed.
10:09I said keep driving.
10:11She pulled the blade out, and I gasped, stars exploding across my vision.
10:17See?
10:18You can be smart when you want to be.
10:20My hands were shaking so hard on the wheel that I could barely hold it straight.
10:25Blood was running down my leg, pooling in my shoe.
10:29I tried to think through the pain, tried to figure out what to do.
10:33We were on a dark stretch of highway with no other cars in sight.
10:38She told me to take the next exit, as she leaned closer and explained it to me.
10:43Men like you pull over, seeing a woman all by herself.
10:47What now?
10:48Gonna stop without thinking again?
10:50Thinking you can use her circumstances for your advantage?
10:54I kept nodding, trying to look compliant, while my mind raced.
10:59Ahead, I could see orange construction cones narrowing the lanes.
11:04Headlights were coming from the opposite direction.
11:07Okay, I'll do whatever you want.
11:09Just please don't hurt me anymore.
11:12I sobbed.
11:14Lucy relaxed slightly, settling back into her seat.
11:18I kept driving toward the construction zone.
11:20The cones were getting closer.
11:22I waited until the oncoming traffic was maybe 50 feet away, and slammed on the brakes hard.
11:30The car screeched.
11:32Tires screamed against asphalt.
11:34Lucy lurched forward as I yanked the wheel hard right.
11:38We careened off the road, smashing through orange cones.
11:42The shoulder was gravel and dirt.
11:44The car bounced violently, fishtailing.
11:47The airbags exploded.
11:49White fabric slammed into my face, stunning me.
11:53My chest hurt.
11:55My leg was on fire.
11:56But I was alive.
11:58Lucy was screaming too.
12:00The box cutter had flown from her hands somewhere in the impact.
12:04I shoved the deflating airbag out of my face, fumbled with my seatbelt, and threw myself out of the car.
12:10My leg buckled, and I went down, but I could hear voices.
12:15Someone had seen the crash.
12:17I screamed for help as two guys came running from a stock truck.
12:22Behind me, I heard my car door open, followed by footsteps on gravel.
12:27I turned and saw her standing there, blood on her face from the airbag, staring at the approaching men.
12:35For a second, she looked right at me.
12:38Then, she turned and ran into the darkness beyond the construction lights.
12:44The guys reached me.
12:46One was already on his phone, calling 911.
12:49The other pressed something against my leg, trying to stop the bleeding.
12:53They asked what happened and who that was.
12:57I couldn't answer.
12:58I was shaking too hard.
13:01The cops found her shoe in my car later.
13:04They ran tests and discovered it wasn't animal blood like she'd claimed.
13:09It was human.
13:10Type B positive.
13:12They're still trying to match it to a victim, to figure out who she was and where she went.
13:18I needed 18 stitches in my leg, and I walk with a limp when it rains.
13:23I don't stop for hitchhikers anymore, or for anyone stranded on the side of the road,
13:29no matter how desperate they look or how guilty I feel driving past.
13:34Because now, I know that sometimes, the people who look like they need the help the most
13:40are the ones you should be running from.
13:43And that kindness can get you killed.
13:50I left around midnight after Dad threw a plate at my head again.
13:54It missed, but the explosion of ceramic against the wall told me everything I needed to know.
14:01I looked at my mom, who was passed out on the couch with an empty pill bottle on her chest.
14:06I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the place I'd been calling home.
14:11I was 15, with nowhere to go except Marcus's, my best friend, who lived about 40 miles north
14:19and had promised I could crash at his place anytime my folks let their addiction cloud
14:24whatever parental affection they had left.
14:28That night, I'd finally decided to take him up on it.
14:31But the problem was getting there, with $7 in my pocket and a dead phone.
14:38I walked for two hours until I hit the highway.
14:41It was one of those empty stretches where you could stand in the middle of the road
14:45and not see a single soul for ten minutes straight.
14:48When I finally saw headlights, my heart jumped.
14:52I stuck my thumb out, but the truck slowed before it even reached me.
14:57The guy rolled down the window and smiled.
15:00Need a ride, kid?
15:02I nodded and told him I was heading north.
15:05He unlocked the passenger door without taking his eyes off me.
15:09The guy looked maybe 40.
15:11He was clean-shaven and wore a gray hoodie that looked too expensive for someone driving a beat-up truck
15:18at midnight.
15:19Thanks.
15:20I smiled, climbing in.
15:22The truck smelled like coffee and a stingy chemical that made my throat burn.
15:27The dude introduced himself as Carl as we pulled back onto the highway.
15:32For the first few minutes, it was quiet, but I could feel his eyes on me.
15:39Rough night, huh?
15:40What, running away from home?
15:42I could tell.
15:44I've picked up my fair share of runaways over the years.
15:47He chuckled as he adjusted the rearview mirror to see me better.
15:51I remained silent.
15:53He clicked his tongue and asked,
15:55So, how old are you, Jonah?
15:5918.
16:00I lied.
16:01He guffawed, muttering something condescending under his breath,
16:05before he told me how he knew I was lying and didn't look a day older than 15.
16:10My stomach dropped.
16:12He laughed at my face.
16:15Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
16:17Perfect.
16:18He breathed the word out slowly, like he was savoring it.
16:22That's the perfect age.
16:24The way he said it made my skin crawl.
16:27I watched him from the corner of my eye.
16:30He was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in this weird rhythm.
16:34My throat was drying up.
16:37You, uh, you sick?
16:39Got any allergies or medical problems?
16:41His tone was conversational, but there was something underneath it that seemed eager.
16:48I shook my head.
16:50Good, good.
16:51He nodded to himself.
16:53Does anyone know you're out here?
16:55I lied and said my friend was expecting me and would call the cops if I didn't show.
17:01Carl glanced at me, and for the first time, the smile slipped.
17:06He asked what time.
17:081 a.m.
17:09I replied.
17:11He checked the dashboard clock.
17:13It was 12.45.
17:15The smile came back.
17:17But it was different now.
17:20Plenty of time.
17:22We passed an exit sign for Route 47, but Carl didn't slow down.
17:27If anything, he sped up when I told him that it was my turn.
17:32I know a better route.
17:34Suddenly, his voice had lost that friendly tone.
17:38I said I needed that exit, but Carl hardly responded.
17:43He just kept accelerating.
17:44Panic started to claw in.
17:47My heart was pounding as I reached for the door handle and pulled it, but it wouldn't work.
17:53I tried again, yanking harder.
17:56The handle moved, but the door stayed shut.
18:00Carl's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
18:03His grip was ice cold.
18:05Don't do that.
18:06The handle's broken from the inside.
18:09He let go, but kept his eyes on me too long before looking back at the road.
18:15I asked where we were going.
18:17Somewhere nobody looks for runaway kids.
18:20He winked and started that finger tapping again.
18:23My hands were shaking.
18:25I was sweating despite the cold air.
18:28I wiped my forehead with my sleeve, and that's when Carl saw the scar on my forearm, thick and pink,
18:35running from wrist to elbow.
18:38Carl's whole body went rigid.
18:41He slammed the brakes so fast I lurched forward.
18:44He pulled onto the shoulder.
18:46His eyes were glued to my arm, and he suddenly looked furious.
18:51What the hell is that?
18:52I told him it was a scar that I'd gotten by climbing a fence to escape some guys who'd jumped
18:58me.
18:59When?
18:59How long ago?
19:01Three weeks back, I replied.
19:04He sat there breathing through his nose with the tapping getting faster.
19:08His jaw clenched tight.
19:11Finally, he got out and walked around to my side, and the door opened from the outside.
19:18Get out!
19:19Fear had made me freeze.
19:21He grabbed my arm and yanked me onto the gravel.
19:24I stumbled and almost fell.
19:26He was standing over me with his face twisted in disgust.
19:31They want clean, perfect kids with no scars.
19:34Do you have any idea how much time I wasted on you?
19:38His foot shot out and kicked me in the shin.
19:41I groaned and doubled over as he climbed back into the truck and peeled out, spraying gravel.
19:48I watched the taillights disappear down the highway until there was nothing but darkness and the sound of my own
19:54breathing.
19:55I stood there, trying to process what had just happened, trying not to think about what would have happened if
20:02I hadn't had that scar.
20:04It took three hours to limp to a gas station.
20:08Marcus picked me up.
20:09I never told him what happened.
20:12I'm 17 now and living with Marcus' family.
20:15I never told anyone about that night, but I think about Carl and the way he looked at me like
20:22I was merchandise.
20:24About the kids who got into that truck and were perfect.
20:29And I wonder how many of them are still alive.
20:39Because their kids got into it.
20:40However, the kids who got into that truck and tried to find their food, trying to find their food, trying
20:41to get AIDS.
20:41How many of them have ended up going in to sleep, trying to find their route?
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