Irene was uneasy. There was something evil about the way the waiter grinned at her. He had bushy eyebrows and shiny blond hair. Irene quickly left the restaurant. The next day, Irene was driving back home with her father and brother. As they turned off the main highway, onto the mountain road, a black car pulled in behind them. Though the road was narrow yet the driver tried to pass them. Irene’s car reached the top of the hill and halted at the large ‘C’-curve. The black car stopped inches away from them. Irene froze as she glimpsed the driver. It was the blond waiter with bushy eyebrows. He smiled wickedly and leaned a hand out towards Irene. His hand grew and grew, until it was about to reach Irene’s window. Terrified, Irene screamed and her father stepped on the accelerator. The car shot forward, and they were back home. The black car did not follow them.
The Black Car
