The Haunting of Highway 7
It was a cold, foggy night on Highway 7, a stretch notorious for its eerie tales among truck drivers. Ram, a seasoned trucker, shivered not just from the chill but also from a peculiar unease that had crept into his bones. He'd been driving for hours, the only sound breaking the silence was the rhythmic hum of his truck's engine and the occasional honk from passing vehicles.
As he crested a hill, a dense fog enveloped him, reducing visibility to a few feet. Ram slowed down, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Suddenly, he spotted a figure standing in the middle of the road, seemingly oblivious to the oncoming traffic. The figure was a woman, dressed in a white nightgown, her face obscured by the fog.
Ram slammed on his brakes, but it was too late. His truck skidded, the tires screeching in protest, but he couldn't avoid hitting the woman. The impact was horrific. The woman was thrown into the air, disappearing into the fog.
Stunned and shaken, Ram pulled over. He got out of his truck and searched for the woman, but there was no sign of her. The road was clear, as if she had never existed. The only evidence of the accident was the shattered remains of his windshield.
As Ram continued his journey, a sense of dread washed over him. He felt as if he was being watched, as if something sinister was lurking in the fog. The image of the woman in the white nightgown haunted him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was not alone on that desolate highway.
From that night on, Ram avoided Highway 7, opting for a longer route. The haunting encounter had left a deep scar on his soul, a reminder of the terrifying supernatural forces that could lurk even in the most ordinary of places.
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