The Black Shadow

You feel it. A heavy presence, it’s been creeping up slow and silent. You hear his roar, a snarl that sends shivers down your back. The black shadow moves gracefully, stalking towards the front with the inevitability of death. You try to convince yourself there's no danger, that you have time and space on your side. But the seconds stretch out, each one slower. Does he possess the power to slow time?

And then, just like that, he's there. The intimidating black shadow appears in your rearview, his sinister grin piercing your heart. He flicks a slight wave, a mocking gesture that chills you to the bone, all without removing his hand from the wheel. How did he close the gap so fast? Your hands soak your grip, sweat and fear. The notion of winning fades away, replaced by the desperate hope of simply holding on.

The man in black presses against you, a slight brush that sends your rear end skittering. You stiffen, fighting to hold your lane as the world narrows to this singular moment of terror. The roar of his engine is a sound that eats at your nerves, a sound that seems to come from the depths of hell. It's more than just noise; it's a declaration of dominance, a warning. His presence alone is enough to unsettle you, to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You can feel him behind you, a dark force looming. The air grows heavy, makes it hard to breathe. Every instinct yells at you to runaway, but you're frozen, trapped in his gravitational pull. The road stretches out before you infinitely, you know that he's toying with you, savoring your fear like a predator savoring the hunt.

His presence is all he needs to break you, to strip away your confidence and leave you a trembling wreck. And as the roar of his engine grows louder, closer, you realize with a sinking heart that there's no escape from the terror that's about to consume you. And then he's past you, a blurring shadow screaming by in a haze of burnt rubber and acrid fumes.