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The Hook Man

The reports had been on the radio all day; though I knew she hadn't paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn't interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on our date that night.

We went to the drive-in to catch a movie and it was a lot of fun, but what I was really looking forward to was going to lover’s lane afterward. We arrived and found the perfect spot. It wasn’t long after that she was cuddled up close to me as we kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.

Our good time was quickly interrupted however when the announcer on the radio came on and repeated the warning from earlier, that an insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her.

“This would be a perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, maybe we should get out of here,” she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."

"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," I said, trying to get in another kiss.

"No, I’m serious. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.

We went back and forth for a moment as I tried to put her mind at ease. Then seemingly out of nowhere, the car shook, as if something…or someone…had touched it. She shrieked and yelled: "Get us out of here now!"

"Jeeze, ok, ok, we’ll go" I said in disgust, “you don’t have to freak out, it was probably just the wind.” Upset, I threw the car into drive and sped off in haste.

We drove home in stony silence. She was upset because I didn’t share her irrational fear of this “scary hook man” who was on the loose. When we finally arrived at her house, she opened the door indignantly and jumped out without saying a word. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.

I leapt out of the car and caught her in my arms as she began to faint. "What is it? What's wrong?" I shouted. And that’s when I saw it. Hanging from the handle of the passenger-side door was a bloody hook.