The Nightmare on Highway 301

I saw the headlights coming down the interstate, and it was a little too close for comfort. We were coming back from picking his car up from the port, shipped from Germany.

I stepped on the gas, I was following my new husband, and I instantly learned something about him. He was immature, and didn’t watch behind him for his new wife being about to run off the road. He was bopping his head to the music of the beach boys. He wasn’t meant to be married, and I knew instantanously I had made a mistake.

I was heading home, when the two cars approached me and swerved way over in my lane. I felt like I was fighting for my life, one after another, they were swerving into my lane and trying to push me off of the road.

I swerved off the road not once but twice, and then a third time. I could see a man with a hood over his head, and the other had a mask on his face.

I will never forget the image of the cars and how they took turns trying to run me off of the road. One had a white car, and the other had a blue car. They were both waving their hands trying to get me to stop, however, I didn’t want to do that, I didn’t know what they wanted, but I knew it wasn’t good. The man with the mask on looked scruffy at best, and I couldn’t see what the man with the hood on looked like.