That was when he called me at the gas station to tell me he wouldn’t make it in to work that night. “Just so I understand, you stopped on the side of the road. At night. Out by the woods at the edge of town. To pick up a hitchhiker. In the rain?” Dr. V’s words rang in the back of my mind. Contrived. Strains credibility. “Yeah man. The dude looked like he needed help.” “You know you’re every slasher flick victim cliché rolled into one, right? If we were in a horror movie, you’d be long dead by now.”
