E. H. James writes such emotionally driven, intense horror stories that
immediately consume her readers. In this short story, we’re introduced to
George and we’re taken on his strange and eerie journey while he’s traveling to
his next destination during an extremely bad rain storm. You see, while George
is driving along this dark and dreary road, he swears that he saw something in
his headlights. He wasn’t sure what it could be, so he slows down to survey the
area. There he sees a girl, standing on the side of the road looking dazed and
confused. He offers her assistance and tries finding out if she’s alright. The
girl seems too traumatized to speak so once she gets into his car, he proceeds
to drive her to get some help. But things don’t go as well as he plans and he
comes to learn of some shocking information about this girl after the fact. All
I can say is that Ms. James knows how to write her genre extremely well. This
is another short story that packs so much detail and emotion you find yourself
frantically flipping the pages to find out what happens next. This is one
author you should keep your eye on because she’s going places. I love her
stories so much that I could actually see her storylines turned into snippets
in a movie. I’d love to read a full-length horror story from her and I’m
eagerly hoping she’ll consider writing one. This is another short story that I
While George is traveling during a really bad rain storm one night after
work, he swears he saw something in his headlights. Stopping to see if he can
find a person or animal in distress, he stumbles upon a girl who looks
extremely out of sorts. She’s saturated from the pouring rain and she’s dazed
and confused. He offers some assistance, but she’s too traumatized to even
speak to him. So he drives her with the intention of getting her some necessary
emergency assistance. But all doesn’t go as planned. What happens while George
is driving her into the nearest town? Who does he find out the girl is? What’s
her story and why was she wandering on a dark road, in the middle of the night,
during a bad storm?
The road stretched out
before him into the night. George hated these rural routes, with no street
lights and no homes, the nothingness pressing in around him. He strained to
see, the lines swallowed as if by a heavy, black haze.
At times like these, he wished he’d had the radio
fixed. He pushed the button, as though it would work this time, but all he got
was a faint popping and static. He turned it off and slouched back into his
His annoyance wasn’t so much at the radio as at
himself. He should have started sooner. He’d had one— no, two —drinks for the
road, and now here he was with two more hours of driving ahead and already it
was well past midnight. He couldn’t refuse a free drink, though. After all, he
was retiring next week, and this was the last time he’d have to make a trip
like this— all the way out here, into the middle of nowhere, holding the hand
of some insecure client.
He drew his hand across his face, as if to pull the
weariness from his mind. “What’s that?” There was something in the headlights,
a movement perhaps, maybe a reflection. He slowed. Narrowing his eyes, he
searched the blackness. It was then he saw her standing on the side of the
road. She turned, facing the headlights as he pulled up next to her. She
couldn’t have been more than fifteen, maybe sixteen at the most.
He rolled down the passenger window. “Are you all right?”
His breath created puffs of steam on the night air. “Can I give you a lift
She said nothing.
“Where are you going?” He undid his seatbelt and slid
over to the window. “You know, it’s really not safe to be out here this late by
yourself. Why don’t you let me give you a lift? I don’t mind, really I don’t.”
Slowly, she moved to the door. She opened it and
She left the door open, and he reached across and
pulled it shut, his hand brushing against her dress, its cold, wet fabric
clinging to her slight form. “You’re soaked. Where’s your coat? Don’t you have
one?” He took his jacket off and placed it around her shoulders. “Are you all right?
Has something happened?”
Water dripped from her loose blonde hair down onto her
dress. She didn’t speak, her face deathly pale in the light from the dashboard.
I've edited the story and it will be rereleased under Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing December 2, 2016 ~ Laura
had seen some pretty strange things over his lifetime, travelling those roads.
But if he thought he’d seen it all, he was sadly mistaken. For if he believed finding Laura on a deserted roadside, in the middle of the night, was strange...what
was to follow would challenge the very boundaries of everything he’d ever