The driver continued down the narrow road in silence, his hands steady on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead. The tires hummed softly against the asphalt. Beside him, an old dog slept curled up on the passenger seat, its ears twitching every so often as if chasing something in a dream. The calm was almost eerie — that heavy, still quiet that settles just before something strange happens.
On either side, the forest loomed dense and dark, tree trunks rising like watchful figures under the fading light.
Then, out of nowhere, another vehicle appeared in the distance. Its headlights glimmered weakly through the dusky air — an ordinary sedan, but there was something odd about its pace. It crawled forward slowly, almost hesitantly, as though the driver wasn’t sure of the way.
The man’s brow furrowed. He eased off the accelerator, keeping a cautious distance.
Moments later, the sedan slowed nearly to a stop. Then, without warning, the rear door cracked open. A black garbage bag tumbled out, landing with a dull thud on the roadside.
Before the driver could even process what he’d seen, the mysterious car lurched forward and sped away, disappearing around the bend, leaving only silence — and that unmoving, shadowy bag — behind.
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