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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Guilt trips can be murder.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Vivisections, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2007

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Words: 5641
Reading time: 16-22 min.
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"There he goes again!"

Susan sat in the easy chair, the upper half of her body twisted around so she could look over her shoulder and out the window. It was dusk, but there was still more than enough light to see by. A car--painted a blue so dark it almost appeared black--came flying down their street, going well over the twenty mile per hour speed limit. It was doing forty, maybe forty-five, Susan guessed. She didn't recognize the make and model, but it was a sleek, sporty vehicle that looked something like a cross between a Camaro and a Jaguar. Whatever it was, she knew it didn't belong to anyone in her neighborhood. No one around there could afford a car that nice.

"Brian, hurry up or you'll miss it!" She didn't turn around to look at her husband, who was sitting on the couch watching soccer on ESPN 2. She didn't want to take her eyes off the car, almost as if she were afraid it might vanish if she did.

"Miss what?" Bored reflex, no real meaning behind the words. She doubted he'd even looked away from the pretty colors on the screen.

The sound of the car's engine grew louder, but it wasn't a regular engine sound--no rumbling, no hum of acceleration. It was more like the kind of sound fingernails made scratching on a chalkboard, or like the sharp point of a knife etching a line in glass. Maybe it's one of those gas/electric hybrid cars, she thought. She'd heard of them, though she'd never seen one. Whatever it was, it made a damn annoying sound. It set her teeth on edge and sent a cold wave rippling down her spine.

Then the car was in front of their house, flashing past in a blur of blue-black. She strained to make out the driver's features, but the windows must have been tinted, making the interior of the car appear to be filled with solid, dense shadow. She did see what looked like a face through the window in the rear passenger's side, though. Small, pale oval surrounded by darkness (a child's face?), hint of blonde hair, a suggestion of indistinct features--eyes, nose, mouth. Looking this way, looking right at Susan, locking gazes with her for a split second, perhaps even less as fast as the car was traveling, and then the blue-black vehicle was past their house, running the stop sign at the end of the street, turning left without signaling.