I've always had a fondness for road trips,
finding joy in the freedom of getting lost while accompanied by my loyal canine companion, Zeke.
These impromptu adventures typically lasted only a weekend,
with a night's stay in a modest motel if the journey extended further.
A few nights ago, as I embarked on another road trip,
I found myself departing later than usual.
Fatigue soon caught up with me,
and I realized I wouldn't make it to the next town, let alone back home.
Surrounded by a dense forest, I chanced upon a clearing and veered off the highway onto a dirt path,
hoping to find solace for the night.
Although my initial plan was to sleep in the car,
uncertainty lingered about the legality of such an act.
So, I continued driving through the trees until the road vanished from sight.
After letting Zeke out for a quick relief,
I reclined my seat to its maximum and prepared for some much-needed rest.
Once Zeke returned, I secured the doors and settled in.
To provide an accurate description of my parking spot,
it was positioned opposite a modest cabin but not directly facing it.
Surrounded by an abundance of trees, I felt no intrusion upon the property owners,
especially considering the apparent abandonment of the cabin.
It seemed unlikely that anyone even owned it.
After a few minutes of drifting into slumber,
I was roused by Zeke's low growl.
Ears perked, I strained to comprehend what had caught his attention.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the car from outside,
accompanied by a prolonged, high-pitched scratching sound.
Zeke erupted into a frenzied fit of barks,
his protective instincts on full display.
I quickly flipped on the headlights,
revealing a tall, middle-aged man
dragging what appeared to be a key around the perimeter of my vehicle.
His slow, deliberate gait unnerved me,
and it felt as if his piercing gaze never wavered from my presence.
A malicious grin twisted his features, sending shivers down my spine.
Terrified, I swiftly adjusted my seat to an upright position and started the car,
ready to speed away.
However, he positioned himself in front of my bumper,
effectively blocking any escape route except through him.
Panic surged through me as I shouted for help,
relentlessly honking the horn, while Zeke continued his relentless barking.
In my rearview mirror,
I observed the man clutching a menacing butcher's knife.
He slowly advanced toward the driver's side door,
providing me with a narrow opportunity.
Seizing the moment, I accelerated, maneuvering away from him and back toward the highway.
Without pause, I drove relentlessly until reaching the safety of my home,
refusing to make any stops along the way.
Upon inspecting the aftermath,
I discovered that my car's paintwork had suffered irreparable damage.
Whether the man intended to teach me a lesson for trespassing on his property
or if he even owned the land
remained a mystery.
But, One thing was certain:
I vowed never to sleep in my car again,
especially in remote areas where danger may lurk unnoticed.
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