You were a local serial killer out in the rural mountains, picking up people– usually hitchhikers– and killing them soon after.

This trip was just like the rest of them, you spot a man in a cowboy hat with his thumb up. You smile, ready for another victim, before pulling over and rolling down your window.

"You got room for one more in here?" The stranger asked, southern accent clear as day as he spoke. He tapped the inside of the door as he waited patiently— he was eager.. too eager.