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The Stranger on the Road Without Lights
That night, the road leading into Ridgewood Town was swallowed by a dense fog so thick even the headlights of Adam Walker’s old pickup truck were useless. The wind blew cold, carrying the scent of rotting leaves and the trembling promise of an approaching storm. Adam — a man in his thirties with deep-set eyes and a weathered face — squinted through the rain-spattered windshield.
He had been driving for seven hours. All because of a short phone call from his mother:
“Emma is missing.”
Emma, his little sister. The girl who used to run barefoot through the apple orchard behind the house, who tugged on his sleeve to tie her shoelaces. She was seventeen now… and vanished without a trace.
Adam’s chest tightened.
Then a figure appeared in the middle of the road.
He hit the brakes.
The truck skidded on the wet pavement, stopping just a few feet from the person. A young girl stood there, soaked from head to toe, her thin coat clinging to her trembling body. Her face was pale, as if she had just escaped a nightmare.
She lifted a shaking hand.
— Please… help me…
For a moment, Adam’s heart nearly stopped. That face… those eyes… familiar in a way that hurt.
— Emma? he whispered.
The girl shook her head, breath uneven.
— No. My name is Lily… But I know Emma. And she’s in danger.
A cold shiver crawled up Adam’s spine.
He flung the door open and pulled her inside. She curled up, shivering violently, as if the darkness outside might swallow her whole if she stepped out again.
— Where did you see my sister? — Adam asked, voice tight.
Lily inhaled shakily, then spoke in a hurried whisper:
— In the northern woods. In the old cabin… He’s keeping her there. And I… I only escaped because I got lucky.
— Who is he?
Lily’s eyes drifted to the window, darkening with terror.
— They call him the Night Hunter. He always chooses young girls. No one ever comes back… except me.
The truck wheels carved through mud and fallen leaves. Adam tightened his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. In his mind, he saw a faceless man — just shadow — and Emma trapped somewhere inside that darkness.
The cabin sat deep in the woods, so hidden that even GPS gave up searching. When Adam stopped the truck, he felt a strange stillness… as if the earth itself was holding its breath.
The front door hung slightly open.
— Are you sure? — Lily whispered, twisting her hands.
— I’m going in, Adam said, though his legs felt heavy with dread.
They approached the door. Adam pushed it.
It swung open. Inside, the air smelled of mold and dust, lit by a flickering yellow bulb.
In the center of the room, tied to a chair with thick rope, Emma lifted her head. Her eyes were exhausted but brightened when she saw him.
— Adam…
Before he could reach her, a low, raspy laugh echoed behind him.
A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. His face was hidden behind a carved wooden mask, its twisted lines forming a grotesque smile.
— The hunter has returned, he said.
Adam stepped in front of Emma. His heart hammered, but his voice didn’t shake:
— Let her go.
The masked man tilted his head, studying him like prey that dared to speak.
— I release them when I choose. And tonight… I haven’t chosen.
Then he lunged.
One punch sent Adam crashing to the floor. Lily screamed, rushing to untie Emma as Adam pushed himself up again. The Night Hunter was unbelievably strong — his hands like iron, his breath rancid enough to make Adam’s stomach twist.
Another blow split Adam’s lip.
But when the man advanced again, Adam saw Emma behind him — eyes wide, pleading silently: Don’t give up.
So he didn’t.
He stood again. And again.
Punch after punch, Adam fought with every ounce of rage, guilt, and love built up from all the years he had been away. Years he wished he’d been home to protect her. He grabbed the masked man and slammed him into the wooden wall. The mask cracked, then shattered.
The true face beneath was revealed.
A perfectly normal face. Just a man. Someone who could have been a neighbor, a teacher, the guy at the grocery store.
The most terrifying monsters were always the ordinary ones.
He collapsed.
Outside, the storm had faded. The forest was silent, as if everything had been part of a dream.
Emma threw her arms around Adam, her tears warm against his cold skin.
— I thought… I thought I’d never see you again, she sobbed.
Adam rested his hand on her head, voice rough but steady:
— I’m here now. And I won’t lose you again.
Lily stood by the doorway, exhaustion softening her expression. She was the only girl who had ever escaped the Night Hunter. And now, because of her, two siblings were reunited.
Raindrops fell lightly from the sky — the last tears of the storm.
But Adam knew… this peace wouldn’t last.
Because somewhere in the dark forest, other monsters were still watching.
And he would protect his family — at any cost.
