Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

” the young man asked as Michael was led towards a van which didn’t in any way look like a police car. Harmony put a hand around her neck as Ichabod stopped beside them and he opened the door from the inside…”get in…please.” Quickly, she got in with Vivian and the doors locked, they were on the move… ** “Oh my God! Michael has indeed gone mad!” Vivian shouted as they were on the move but Ichabod was looking at Harmony from the rear mirror. She looked really disturbed and tired. “Are you okay?” he asked. Their eyes met in the mirror and she nodded.

It was just uncharted for the moment. Amanda worked her magic, and it only led up a few feet ahead of them. Everyone, over 50 of them, had been tracking all over this land. It felt like Vincent vanished in thin air. Not to mention he would be the third person who went missing in the month. First was Mira’s body. Then, Brandon, and now, him. “Why don’t you do your thing and ask the birds?” Liam’s eyebrows furrowed the daemon, which just rolled her eyes to him.

He told him to jump in the bed of the truck, and he'll drive him to Walmart. About halfway there, the hitchhiker shot him in the back of the head for no reason. He didn't even steal anything. And if she remembered correctly, he got caught. Holmes didn't die, but he was permanently disabled and had severe brain damage. Laura remembers when she first heard that. This was probably about 2 years ago now, but she still thought about it anytime someone talked about hitchhikers. It scared her to think someone would do something like that. .

She said it was intuition, and Adam believed her. In the end, Cristie was right. It did feel fishy. The police ruled it a hit and run, and the Hawthornes didn’t even try too hard to find the culprit. The so-called accident happened in an area that didn’t have any sort of security cameras whatsoever. Awfully convenient. No one would tell Adam or Cristie which hospital I’d been taken to. The police didn’t seem to care. And then, I disappeared. Everything goes dark from then on.

He had stayed out to socialize for work instead. The next day, he came back full of remorse and apologized to me. At the same time, he proposed to me. He said he would give me a dream wedding. I had waited eight years for that moment. Happiness overwhelmed me, pushing every trace of unease away. That night, he forgot to lock the bathroom door when he showered. When I walked in, I saw several fresh scratch marks across his back. I asked him what happened, and he calmly said he had been scratched by a cat. He even showed me a record of his rabies vaccination. I forced myself to believe him.

Mitch gestures toward Nick and takes a seat himself. That's when the light bulb goes on over Sheila's head. She looks between Nick and me, then at Nick again as if he were a tall glass of water and she were thirsty. We both growl at her. "What's going on, Captain?" I asked. "We got a call from Culver City." He opened the file he carried and slid it to me. "A couple of hikers found this guy at the mountain basin. Hogtied and fried with no head." Nick asked. "What made them consider him to be connected to our stalker?"

If they find us, we’re gone. The wolf whined in his mind, then went still. A strange, hollow void opened in his chest. The link to the pack snapped. It didn't just fade—it vanished. He crawled. His fingernails tore as he clawed at the asphalt of a hidden mountain road. The headlights of a massive transport truck rounded the bend, slicing through the torrential rain. "Help," he croaked, his voice a dry rattle. The truck hissed to a stop. Air brakes screamed. A man in a paramedic uniform jumped out, splashing into the mud.

With the help of the lightning flashes, I hit record, zoomed in, and captured the license plate. On the screen, I saw the man toss Dorothy into the back like a piece of luggage. My heart jerked violently, pain stabbing with every beat. Then, I shifted the camera and caught another scene. Chester's assistant stood by the van, handing the leader a thick envelope. The moment the recording ended, it felt like my insides were burning. "Hang in there, Dottie… Mommy will save you. Just wait a few more hours, okay?" I watched the van disappear into the rain. I didn't chase it and throw my life away. I knew, for a fact, that I needed power—someone who could crush Chester and make that van stop.

I slammed the engine to life, the tires spinning in the dirt as I floored it. "Darius, my father!" Iris looked back. Arthur was standing in the middle of the clearing, clutching his ledger to his chest as the red mist swallowed him whole. He didn't scream. He just vanished into the crimson dark, the leather-bound book the last thing I saw before the fog claimed him. I didn't look back. I drove like a man possessed, the van bouncing over the uneven terrain as we raced away from the gorge. "We're just humans in a van, Iris," I said, a dark, hysterical laugh bubbling up as I checked the rearview mirror. "No pack, no palace, and a world that’s currently turning into a horror show."

“My team’s been combing through every traffic cam, every damn exit, looking for something out of order—anything. We caught one car behaving off. Black Mercedes taking weird turns, but…” I wait with bated breaths for this one, scared that uttering a word will bring ill luck to finding my girl. So I grip the wheel tighter and step hard on the gas. “It sounds crazy but it just disappeared midway. There was no coverage in that part of town and no way to track him. Hacking into the satellite is taking a little longer than usual but we’re doing all we can.” He sighs again. “It just vanished.” My foot presses the gas harder. I can’t even breathe. “Where did it vanish?”