Prologue
It was around 12:AM, three hours after the diner had closed. It took the waitress a while to wrap before finally leaving the building; and by the look of it, she was the last person in it. Thankfully, it wasn’t completely dark outside, since there was a light pole not too far away. Upon walking, she felt a gust of wind in her presence. But luckily enough, she was wearing a jacket. The more she walked, the farther away the light pole was getting; so much that she grew worried that she wouldn’t be able to see where she was going. There wasn’t much to worry about, though, as there was another light pole at least 10-feet away. Getting a good glimpse of it, the waitress went ahead and walked over to it. Upon making it to the light pole, she couldn’t help but feel a bit chilly, despite having on her jacket. The longer she stood by the pole, the colder she grew. But she waited for only about 20-30 seconds, as a car slowly arrived. After looking at the bright headlights, the waitress waited for the car to stop, which took no more than five seconds. She then leaned in over the left-hand side. “Hi.”
“Do you need a ride?” the driver asked.
The waitress couldn’t tell what the driver looked like, as the car was darkly lit from the inside out. “I think so,” she answered hesitantly.
“Alright,” the driver responded, unlocking the door to the passenger seat without hesitation. “Go ahead and get in.”
Out of desperation, the waitress opened the door and immediately entered. The car was surprisingly warmer from the inside. After seven seconds passed, the waitress turned and looked over at the driver. She couldn’t see his face, as it was still hidden in the dark.
He did nothing else except sit and stare at her.
“Oh, sorry,” the waitress belched, as she quickly fastened her seat belt.
“Don’t be,” the driver murmured, just before slowly locking each and every one of the doors.
The waitress then grew confused. “Are we gonna drive now … or … what?”
To which, the driver inhaled through his nose before answering, “About that …” After uttering those two words, the driver began to act strange. First he started wheezing, then groaning, and then he began squirming around in agony.
“Are you okay?” the waitress asked, blatantly concerned and nervous.
For obvious reasons, the driver did not answer her.
“What’s wrong??” the waitress added.
Again, the driver did not answer her. Instead, he began growling — like a ferocious beast.
To which, the waitress tried to open her door, forgetting that it was locked. “Unlock the door!” she begged, out of desperation.
The driver either refused or just didn’t listen to her, as the less human he began to sound.
“Let me out!!” the waitress exclaimed.
Unfortunately, that did not happen, as the driver’s eyes immediately began glowing red.
“Oh my god!!!” the waitress shrieked.
Right then and there, the driver jumped out at her, roaring, which led to the entire car moving rabidly. And all of it happened — in one night — during the full moon.
