The driver was driving silently, staying close to the center of the road. On the

The driver was driving silently, staying close to the center of the road. On the passenger seat, an old dog was dozing, its head occasionally twitching in its sleep. There was a certain tranquility to the moment, the kind that often precedes something unexpected. The surrounding forest was dense and shadowy, the trees standing like silent sentinels on either side of the remote country road. Then, when nothing seemed out of the ordinary, a car appeared ahead. It was a nondescript sedan, its headlights barely cutting through the dim evening light. The car was moving at a slow pace, somewhat too slow for the usual traffic patterns of this isolated road. The driver watched curiously as the car continued its sluggish journey forward. Suddenly, the car slowed even more, creeping almost to a stop. The back door swung open just a crack, and a black garbage bag was tossed onto the side of the road. The car immediately sped up, its tires kicking up a spray of gravel as it disappeared around the bend. The driver tensed up, his grip on the steering wheel tightening instinctively. Beside him, the old dog let out a low growl and cautiously lifted its… CONTINUE READING…