The Convenience Store where I work is one of those stores located right next to the highway so that people needing a toilet visit or a few refreshments can use. Also, it just makes commuting here after school quite easy-I only have to drive 3 minutes to reach the highway, drive straight down it with no traffic, and just into the parking lot.
After work and saluting to Mark as usual, I drive over to the entrance to the highway and wait for the right time to get in between the cars.
Well, that would have been normal. But the thing is, at least in the case of today, there are little cars. Just a few moving down the road. This is so unusual that I pull out my phone to check my Google calendar if today's some day-nope. A normal day of April when students study, and employees work.
Well, a few cars in the highway aren't going to stop me from enjoying a feet spa at home-plus, actually, the lack of cars would let me have some thrill here.
I hit the gas pedal and shoot myself onto the highway, then make the turn. I grin and let Bruno Mars cry out his lyrics from my car stereo-then let my speed dial jump high. The trees and the other few cars fly to both ends of my vision to vanish away. Though this busy road unusually empty makes me feel as if something's a bit off, I still love it when I roll down my window and mouth and let wind fill inside me.
My mouth is still open to let fresh air in, Bruno's singing at a high tone, and my car's speeding down the road like mad when things start to get out of hand.
First occurence-I notice the lights. The lights on this highway always turns on exacly at 6:30-I know it so well, since the scene when the lights flicker on is wonderful, those lights flicking on like extra-fast dominoes flipping each other down. But today...it's later than 9:30 and the lights are still off.
I slow down my car and watch in surprise at each of the unlit street lights, biting my lip. My hand manages to reach my car sterio and turn the music off. I actually flinch when a single Jeep slowly zips past me-I see a man riding on the driver's seat, speaking excietedly into his phone, licking his lips, through the window. Suddenly, his eyes turn in my direction, and I grip the steering wheel. Gee, maybe I am the only driver freaking out here for anything happening to me.
Ok, it's only the lights...and few cars. Yup, that's all. Your only mission is to drive down this highway, drop off it near my house and get the hell back home. Then I can enjoy my spa.
I step on my gas pedal hard once more and start racing down the road, a hand gripping my knee, just for releif.
While I drive, I glance at the mirror and spot another car coming down the road after me. I use the words 'after me' since the car didn't simply seem to be driving on the same lane as mine-it was also speeding, matching its pace with mine. 'You're making things up, boy', I try to imitate dad the day when I told him of everything that could happen on the first day of elementray. But it isn't funny, though.
While I try to ignore the other cars, I notice that my car was the only car that has the headlights on-only my lights bore elliptical circles of yellow light onto the pavement, and the rest of the cars drive in complete darkness.
Ok, only about 2 miles to go to get out of this highway I have ridden for years now but is very creepy today and back home. Dad might just say his oriiginal  'You're making things up' quote and let me forget every single creepy thing that has occurred so far after departing from The Conveninece Store. My eyes stare at the road right in front of the hood of my car. At least the car in front of me in the same lane seems to be cooperative and non-creepy with its normal speed and open window-a pale woman leans from the window, vaping idly. Just keep going slow, I'll just move to the next lane and pass you and exit the road...
Well, that is, until the car in front of me stops altogether.
Not one of those sudden stops that happen when gas is out, or the driver inside the car just bonked out from being overdrunk-actually, it is one of those deliberate stops that appear in action movies by some police officer who wants the tires to squeal, to intimidate the cornered culprit, grinning from the extra-thrill.
It isn't thrilling for me at all, though.
I think I yelp out real loud and swerved the wheel at the last second onto the second, then third lane, making my own tires squeal in surprise and the metal frame to gain momentum to spin 180 degrees.  My body's equally thrown off balance, and I bang my head on my steering wheel, and somehow, the hit coincides with the honking part of my wheel-two short honks ring out fresh from my car.
I knew that there is no hiding it-things are definitely not normal.
"Dang it!" I screamed at myself, my possivly-damaged car, and the vaping woman. I just thank God for not flipping my car onto its back and open the door easily and swing my feet onto the ground, feeling dizzy and angry. I touch a hand to my temple and feel something sticky there and a throb. Gee, I really need a serious recompense from that woman.
But when my searching eyes find her, I freeze.
To be specific, it's not a single her-her with her vaping mouth, and a small group beside her on the road, a few with hands at their hips, staring at me with pale and blank eyes, huddled together. 
In seconds, though I was the one supposed to be the intimidater, they intimate me(-thay's why being in a group's the best way for safety and a cause of fright for the opponent).
We both stand in complete silence.
Then,
"Hey, boy," The Vaper Woman calls out, smirking. In the compelet darkness with my headlights far behind, her eyes strangely glow bright and proudly.
I have nothign else to do besides pointing at my bleeding forehead.
"You caused this, Mrs," I say, frowning.
She actually mockingly frowns back, then bursts out laughing, looking at the others-they all begin to smirk after her. I give them the 'what the hell,' expression, then finally look at them directly. Around them stand a multitude of each of their cars-without their headlights on, doors to the drivers' seats open. Now I stare at them directly. They all stare back at me with curiosity and greed-as if they are hungry and I am....their prey or something,
I know that I have to get the recompense-but everything has sequence. The first thing on my to do list right now is to escape from that place.
One of them, the man who had been speaking into his phone, starts to approach me, a hand outstretched in front of him. The others follow him, inching slowly to me.
Hell! I need to get out of there.
I whirl around, then quickly grab the handle of my car, staring at the man. He shrugs, then starts running to me. Running, peeps.
Jesus on a pogho stick-this is mad.
I swing my car door open and is going to get in when the man's hand grabs me, then pulls me roughly. I grab the car frame to pull myself back, but he's too strong...he pulls my arm and traces his hand on my arm, then grins.
"Should have gone home faster than usual, Thomas Murph. We've been trying to track you for long, and today...we finally have you," I'm still freezen when his hand reaches for my neck.
Suddenly, I forget about my feet spa nor Bruno Mars and his great music. I let my feet sail through the air and hit the man in the chest and he groans, letting go of me and bending at his waist, moaning. The rest shuts in towards me, smirking and growling. Just as one of them tries to grab me, I slip into my car and shut the door and let the hand's fingernails snake down my windshield. But I don't care if it gets scratched. I just hit the gas pedal them firmest I've ever done in my life, then plunge the car straight through the eerie mass of maniacs.