Midnight has passed, and in the stillness of these hours, the hauntings are never silent.

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After midnight.

After a while, the rote stopped feeling like something he had to think about.

He drove at five nights a week, the same stretch of road

at roughly the same time, with the same long hours on either end of it. At the beginning,

he paid attention to everything, the turns, the landmarks, the way the road changed,

depending on the weather. But after enough time, it all blended together. You didn't need to think

about where you were going.

You just drove. It wasn't a busy road, and that was part of the appeal. Once you got far enough out,

there was nothing around for miles. No houses, no gas stations, no traffic, unless you were closer to

town. Most nights, he could go long stretches without seeing another set of

headlights, and eventually even that started to feel normal. That was why it stood out. He was on

his way back later than usual, but not by much, following the same stretch he always did. The road was

clear, visibility was good, and there was nothing ahead of him but open space.

It was the kind of drive where your mind drifts a little, not because you're not paying attention,

but because there's nothing new to pull your focus. Then he saw him. Up ahead in the headlights,

there was someone walking along the road. That alone

didn't make sense. He had driven that stretch enough times to know there was nothing out there,

no reason for anyone to be on foot, not at that hour and not that far out. It wasn't near anything.

If someone had broken down, there would have been a vehicle. If someone lived out there, there would have been some sign of it. There wasn't near anything. If someone had broken down, there would have been a vehicle.

If someone lived out there, there would have been some sign of it.

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