Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

"Damn. The feed cuts out after that. They knew what they were doing." Later that night, we found the van. Abandoned on a gravel road, doors hanging open, reeking of gasoline and mold. Not a single fingerprint. No tire marks leaving the scene. "Nothing," Ashley whispered, voice trembling. "It’s like they vanished." Edward kicked at a loose piece of metal. "They torched the GPS. Smart." I just stared into the darkness, feeling helpless fury rise in my chest. "They’re still out there," I muttered. "And I’m not stopping until I find them."

Just as I was about to knock, a luxury van pulled up in front of the house. Out stepped Hilary, holding Lily's hand. "Mommy, that's the bad man!" Lily spotted me and pointed straight at me. Ignoring the murderous glare Hilary shot me, I turned toward the villa's entrance. "Nick!" she shrieked behind me. "Haven't you had enough?! Didn't you promise to leave us alone?! Go away!" She grabbed Lily and moved to push me back, but just then, the iron gate opened. An older woman with graying temples walked out.

she asked. Everyone else in the office started whispering to each other. "I saw Ms. Johansen's necklace when I arrived today! The diamond on the necklace was huge! It was so bright and shiny too!" "I think Ms. Johansen actually worded things too nicely. Someone definitely got greedy at the sight of that diamond necklace and stole it!" "Oh my goodness! There's actually a thief in our office! I was wondering why the biscuits and snacks on my desk were always going missing!" Liam was by Vivi's side. He ordered the security guards to block the door, then started searching everyone one by one.

He knew his boss hated incompetence but right now, there was no one more incompetent than him. “We couldn’t spot the car after that in any of the surveillance networks and took the hard route of following all the potential routes that the car could have taken only to find the car abandoned about 10 miles east of the fork at the northern road. The trail ends here.” “You mean they vanished into thin air from there?” Henry scoffed but Chris’s response was much more measured “How could he be worthy of the Holston legacy if he were to be caught so easily?” “Such a shame…” Both Matthias and Everett shook her head in regret at the same time “What a pity that he had to use his brilliance for such a

I watched him closely, sensing that whatever he was about to say, it wasn’t going to be easy for him to explain. “I ignored him. I drove past. I knew better. But then...” He paused again, his face pale. “I kept passing the same damn road sign, and the same damn hitchhiker was there every time I passed. Every time! I don’t understand it... the sign never got closer to the next town. The miles didn’t change, but I kept driving, and I kept seeing him! I couldn’t make sense of it. It was like... I was stuck in some loop. Over and over. The same road, the same sign, the same man.”

He soon got close to the alley, he looked behind him but no one was following him, the streets were now quiet, except for the music coming from inside the bar, which was at least a few feet away from them He took the right turn and walked directly into the dark alley but to his surprise no one was there, it was empty and very dark. He looked behind him but saw nothing, he walked further down the pitch black alley, Van Horne couldn't have just vanished like that, he has to be around here somewhere. He could feel his senses tingle, something inside him was screaming danger but he pushed it back deep into his mind, discarding the warning, he kept walking deep into the alley

“Him? Him who?” “Vua linh hon. King of lost souls. Only ever heard talk of him in ‘Nam. He’s some chief spirit, the one who entices folks to start wandering in the first place. But I saw him here, boy. Twenty-five years ago. Why I dried out so fast. I was driving on Bassler Road after a bender, cruised right on past the trailer park and didn’t notice until I was way past Bassler House. I turned myself around, got headed back the right way and saw someone hitching for a ride. Must’ve been stone-cold drunk, because I stopped to give him a lift, and everyone around here knows you never give anyone a lift on Bassler Road. Never. Place is lousy with linh hon.” I shivered a little at this.

The man tilted his head slightly, As if acknowledging me. Or trying to tell me something or give me a warning. A chill raced down my spine. “Who… are you?” I whispered in the air as if he could hear me. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Then when the streetlight flickered again I blinked And he was gone. Just like that. Vanished into the night. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Was he connected to the plane crash? Was he watching me? Or was it all in my head?

My car drove further and further away until his figure was swallowed by the night. "Damn it! Camilla!" Adrian threw his car door open and, ignoring Zoe's startled cry, charged after the car I had been in. But it had already vanished into the stream of traffic, leaving no trace behind. He couldn't even catch the faintest hint of my unique lily-of-the-valley scent. "Adrian, what's wrong?" Zoe grabbed his sleeve. "Did something happen?" "It's nothing. Let's go." He forced himself to calm down and got back into the car.

Vincenzo… He hesitated but ultimately stayed at home. "Got it." My voice was steady, almost flat, but tears came without warning anyway. I knew it. I'd lost the gamble. "Stick to the plan." I hung up, letting the "abductors" steer me into a van parked by the curb. We headed straight toward the abandoned docks on the edge of town. There, I took the vial of chicken blood Giuseppe had prepared and smeared it on my silk scarf. Then, I tossed it into the churning sea.