Author's Note
This is my first story publishing of . I wrote some others, but I didnt really want to post them -_-. If you like this, I'll post another one If you want it. So, enough with the jibber-jabber. On with the story.
The kozy kitchen diner
chapter 1: The road that leads...
How 'bout that for creepy? A man has followed me for ten miles in, now, who-know's-where in pennsylvania. How 'bout that?
I know this guy is following me. I know it. I've tried to shake him loose 8 MILES BACK. No guy is on your high-horse for that long. Now I don't even know where I'm going now. Great truck driver I am.
But, really, who cares where I drop my load? Really? Does, "The moose lodge" really need there it's shipment of "cokey-cola" THAT BAD? Give me a friggen break.
Good thing my wife's a lawyer, though. And I mean it's a GREAT thing. If I didnt have her, I'd probably be living in an unpleasent or disgusting trailer park. Sometimes, she tells me ,"Lars, you should be damn-near prayin to HIGH heaven that you got me." She sometimes brings that up in arguments. It kills me.
She also testified against a lot of creeps in court. I wonder if she could put good-'ol-right-on-your-ass behind me behind bars.
And, do you know what's the best thing ever? About all of this? It's two in the morning. How 'bout that for a laugh? TWO IN THE GOD DAMNED MORNING! AND I'm starving! Where am I going to find a place that serves food at this time of hour? Like a 24 hour cafe? I think they went away in the 70"s with all the good music and drugs.
Well, at least the stars are out. And it's warm.
I see a sign coming up on the side of the road. It's bright. Too bright to see now. Lights are shining under it. Now I can see it. It says," Kozy Kitchen Diner. A 24-Hour diner where your at home." THANK. GOD. I think I see something under the sign.....OH MY GOD. ITS A DEAD BODY.
I stop the car just to look at it. I feel sice. It's bloody and mangled and has obviously been stabbed. There's also a swiped handprint on the sign. The poor girl must've tried to grab on to the sign before she died.
I feel sick. But, Im also hungry. So, I'll keep dri-
Wait. Is he? YES! HE IS! That guy who's been following me for about eleven miles has just gotten on the last exit! Guess my luck's changin'.