IA boy & a girl went to see a movie. Afterward, they decided to go for a drive in his car. They cruised through town and ended up at a lookout point on a hill. From there, they could see the city lights stretching out in the distance. The boy turned on some music, but suddenly, the station cut to an emergency broadcast:
“Authorities report a dangerous fugitive has escaped from a nearby prison. The man is armed and dangerous, with a metal hook in place of his left hand. He was last seen heading south on foot.”
“Maybe we should lock the doors,” the girl suggested, glancing around nervously.
“Good idea,” the boy agreed. “But don’t worry. We’re miles from the county prison.. There’s no way he’s coming up here.”
“Still, we should leave,” she isisted. “That prison isn’t far, and it’s kind of creepy up here.”
The boy sighed. “Come on, it’s only 10 p.m. No way that guy’s hiking all the way up this hill. Besides, the car is locked. We’re fine.”
“But what if he uses that hook to break a window?” the girl asked, her voice rising with worry. “I’m serious. I want to go home.”
Annoyed, he rolled his eyes. “You’re always scared of something,” he muttered as he started the engine. But just as they were about to pull away, the girl froze.
“Wait, did you hear that?” she asked. She thought she’d heard a faint scratching sound from outside her door.
“You’re imagining things,” he said, brushing it off. They sped off, and soon enough, they were parked outside her house.
“Want to come in for a drink?” she offered.
“Nah,” the boy replied. “I should get going.”
He walked around to her side to open the door for her—and there, hanging from the handle, was a rusty metal hook.