Night-Ride Reagan

You may be a victim of Night-Ride Reagan.

On September 3, 1998, Reagan Hillborne had finally saved up enough money for her dream car, a Chevrolet Corvette. She had been saving up for years, and she finally had enough to buy it. She went to the dealership right before it closed, 5:30 P.M. to pick it up, but little did she know the true horror about to unveil itself. Even though she was alone, she kept feeling the presence of a pair of eyes glued on her, watching her every move.

At the dealership, she sat in the seat across from the salesman assisting her. She had signed the last document and she has never felt happier. The salesman left to get the car from the showroom and Reagan left to use the restroom. As she entered the facilities, she once again felt the pair of eyes staring at her. She took a couple steps towards the stall, when the lights suddenly began flickering and she felt a pair of hand wrap around her waist. She tried to scream but no noise was able to escape her mouth. Then, she opened her eyes to a pristine restroom in perfect condition.

She left the bathroom and met up with the salesman, who handed her the keys to her new car. She was so excited about this, her dream car. It was a blue car, shining in the moonlight, with tinted windows and leather seats. As she got in, she sighed and waved the salesman adieu, but the feeling of being stalked never left. It came with her as she drove off, and out of nervousness and anxiety, she chose to take a late night cruise.

She drove around, through cities and plains, under trees and over hills, not knowing where she would end up. The two eyes seemed to be staring at her, but she kept trying to ignore it. Until she couldn't. She suddenly saw a shadow jump out from a bush, and in her panic, she jerked the wheel and swerved off the rode. She had totaled her new car, smashing it right into a thick oak tree. She stumbled out, her leg broken and bleeding, looking in horror at her new car. It was destroyed, ruined even, but that wasn't the only horrendous sight there that night.

She looked over her shoulder as she heard a man chuckle in delight. His eyes were a bright amber and  stared at her. He held a pocket knife and began walking towards her, clicking his tongue in a Grandfather clock style. She tried to run, but wasn't very successful due to her injuries. Then, before she could scream, the man had slit her throat, and Reagan Hillborne was no more.

So if you see a woman with a bloodied, broken leg, trudging towards you, holding a pocket knife, don't run. She may ask you, "Have you seen the man with amber eyes?", and if so, tell her that he remains at the big oak tree with your body. Otherwise, she may ask, "Have you seen my car? My blue, shining car?" Then, point in the direction of Northwest, and she will continue on her way. If you don't do either of these, you may end up on the next news report.