Route 50
death and hitchhikers
“Ok man, give me your best shot,” said Sean with a sideways grin. “But you should know, I’m a horror writer. So you might not impress me.”
The old man stared straight ahead from the passenger seat. He wore a dusty suit that didn’t fit right. Pale, hairless wrists and ankles stuck out of the cuffs, while his wrinkled neck …
