Mcyt Oneshots

Happy Halloween

In my notes this is named Holy Fuck
I named this that bc it's what I said out loud when this happened to me
TW // blood, gore, death
This is horror btw. Happy Halloween (I wrote it in frickin March or something)

The mutilated body of a teenage boy was recovered early this morning by the side of the road in West Huntsville. There was little to no damage to the vehicle, so foul play is suspected. Investigators have been unable to recover any DNA evidence at the scene of the crime and ask that anyone with any information regarding this case please inform local authorities.

Eight hours earlier...

George glanced around worriedly.

He disliked driving at night, but he hated this part of the road with the missing streetlights. It was curvy too, and nothing penetrated the darkness until his headlights swept around each bend.

He'd seen a couple deer here, stupid jumpscaring things with their reflective eyes. George tried to make himself relax. He'd never hit anything in his life, he was fine. He was a good driver.

He turned the music louder to distract himself, it was a good song too, the familiar notes helped him breathe easier. Well...

All my style
All my grace
All I tried to save my face,
All my guts, try to spill
All my holes, try to fill

George frowned. Fog?
There hasn't been any sign of fog earlier.
But there was definitely a patch over the road ahead. Oh well, hopefully it would be small.

He changed to the foglights and gripped the wheel tighter.

George drove carefully into the fog, slowing down. He tried to make himself laugh, thinking damn this fog is thicc.

But no it didn't help very much. The fog was thick, and gloomy, and creepy and it made George really want to get the fuck out of it.

The music shorted out for a second and George fiddled with the sound.

THUD
Something hit the side of the car and George shrieked, jumping in his seat.

"Wh- what?" There was a handprint on the passenger side window.
But he had been going like 30. The sound came from the side, not the front, so it wasn't that he ran into something... something ran into him.

The handprint on the misty glass was slightly bigger than his hand, but as George watched it faded away into nothing.

George tried to keep his gaze forward but he anxiously glanced back at that window. There was no way he was rolling it down or stopping in this fucking place.

Was that an actual silvery hand in the fog making another handprint? It was on the outside right? There's no fucking way.
George quickly convinced himself it was his imagination, even though there was a clear handprint there on the glass.

The fog ended suddenly and George breathed out a sigh. It was just his imagination.

What? He squinted to the left, he saw a blur like the legs of someone running for about two meters then it disappeared. George blinked. It was a reflected light or something.
Something real and dark sprinted across the road ahead of him and George slowed down, trying to see the shape. Oh. It was a black cat. Amazing. It crossed the road and disappeared to the side.

George was strictly NOT superstitious. He didn't believe in ghosts, all that stuff was made up.

The road smoothed out into a mostly straight line and the street lamps were working for a ways, but there was plenty of shadow between them. Whose idea was it to space them out all the way like that anyway?