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Witch Haunt
The story of a gold-digger’s scheme gone awry.
The deed was done. John’s hand shook as he pushed the presets of FM radio. A rush of adrenaline continuously surged from the pit of his stomach. The ruby on the passenger seat gleamed under the moonlight. Diamond highlights split across the edges of the gem’s surface. This was no more than a souvenir for his efforts. He would meet up with his contact the following morning to sell it.
The real prize was the inheritance money he stowed safely in his bank account. He packed a portion of the money for travel purposes. Excited to make his getaway, John put the top down of his red convertible. He let the summer breeze engulf his face. He cruised down highway 59 until he saw the glow of streetlights ahead. He was nearing Sunny Stay hotel.
Thundering down the road behind him was a silver Porsche. Despite the three other lanes, the person behind him chose to stay inches behind. Whenever John changed lanes, so would the Porsche, its high beams were on full blast. Whenever he sped up, so did the Porsche, its shadow emerging on the dashboard. John was unable to tell whether the driver was male or female, old or young.
All he could make out was a white face and slender gloved fingers clutching the wheel. The person also wore black sunglasses even though it was 1:00 AM and completely dark. There was something…
