One night, Jim was driving through a lonely highway when a man appeared in the middle of the road. He gestured Jim to roll down the window. “May I have a ride, Jim?” he said in an icy voice. ‘How did he know my name?’ thought Jim. Then, he slowly answered, “No, I’m sorry. I’m trying to get home in a hurry.” “It would be very kind of you if you gave me a ride, Jim.” “No, I can’t.” “Fine,” said the man and he disappeared into the darkness. Jim drove on for a few miles and suddenly his car seemed to hit something. He saw a person lying on the road. Jim ran to him but soon realised that it was the same man who had asked for a ride. His eyes flew open and his hand went straight for Jim’s throat. Jim struggled against his cold hand and just managed to escape. He drove away without looking back.
A Ride, Please?
