Emily wrapped her arms around herself, chilled in the cool night air. She felt so alone and afraid. Was there something going on that she didn’t know about? Consumed with the horrific thoughts of what might be going on, Emily almost missed the sudden movement behind her.
Out of nowhere a pickup truck pulled up behind her. Hopeful, Emily grabbed her bag and ran towards it. As she approached the pickup truck, relief washed over her at the prospect of a ride. However, as she got closer, an uneasy feeling crept into her stomach. The driver was a middle-aged man wearing a grease-stained shirt, staring at her intently.