13 Gallows Lane

"Red Lights, Dead Frightts

Added 2025-04-02 14:15:52 +0000 UTC

One night, Mike roared his rig into a desolate truck stop off Highway 13, its red and purple lights splashing the lot. His phone buzzed—blocked number. “Who’s this joker?” he growled, picking up to heavy breathing. Stepping out, he spotted Ghostface—robe, mask, knife—lit up in the eerie glow. “I’m gonna carve you up real slow, Mike,” a voice rasped from the shadows. “Carve me? I’ll put a bullet in your damn mask, freak!” Mike shot back, pulling his .45 and aiming square at the face. Ghostface stiffened, then scrammed into the night, the red and purple lights trailing its retreat. Phone ringing again, Mike grinned, “Keep running, coward,” and floored it, gun still hot in his grip.