Twenty years later...
"So what makes this road so haunted?" A young journalist asked in the car as they went down the road.
Her hair and eyes was brown she wore a light blue top and black jeans. She was skinny weighed only ninety pounds maybe ninety five on average. She had a small notebook and paper.
"It's called Haunted Marshall Road. Named after Marshall Taine. Legands say he was riding for the doctor to fetch him for the wife but luckily the doctor had a sixth sense and took off two hours earlier making the three and half mile after making a pit stop to check on old widower Mr Charles health. Because he was feeling a bit ill only to find it was a minor flu. He died three days later. Her co-worker said
He was well built with muscles a chiseled chest his biceps stuck out of the shirt his eyes a sea green. His tattoos was tribal he had a good side but mess with him he'll kill you or if you mess with someone he loves he'd kill you without second thought. Average nose not big but not small eye structure framed like almonds. Weighing in about 250 pounds.
Suddenly they turned the corner and out of nowhere slammed on the brakes.
They both sit there stunned at the sight in front of them.
There in front of them in the middle of the road stood an eerie looking man almost skeletal in feature wearing a hospital scrub wearing some cloak. No shoes. His eyes a bit sunken in.grey hair obviously.
He slowly walks towards the car and reached the hood before collapsing in the road or so they thought.
He laughed as he shifted gears.
"Good old home town." He said
"Brent what was that and don't run him over.!" His co-worker said
" I'm not going to run anything over he's not there see."Brent said backing up then stopped again.
" Where'd he go?"She asked
"Welcome to Devil's Falls, Cammy.!"Brent said
Suddenly Cammy screamed as glass shattered Brent pushed her down screaming get down.
"Go hurry!" Cammy screamed as Brent's side of the window smashed.
"Just stay down!" He shouted putting the car in drive and speeding away hitting the guy with the cane smashing his car up.
Unfortunately the guy only landed in the bushes with a broken foot. This guy was somewhat fat and bald and very short. Beady eyes small nose almost squished by the weight.fingers are pudgy too considering he's almost three times that of 200lb. He dressed impeccably well looked like a mob boss.
Could he be the same killer from twenty years ago? Or was he after someone like a hitman?
Yes I like throwing my characters into bushes and sorry it takes so long for chapters I like to go for action and keep my readers glued to the page so I add humor.
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