She was walking back to her car after work. The street ahead of her was deserted but she was still on edge. She turned around and saw an empty street behind her, but she just couldn’t shake the uncanny feeling she was being followed.
When she got to her car, she immediately locked her doors once inside. As she went to start the car, she saw her hands were shaking. Why was she so uneasy? Putting the car into gear she was about to back up when a knock on the passenger window about sent her to the ER with a heart attack.
She looked at the window only to see her coworker standing there waiting. She rolled the window down and asked, “What’s up Seth?”
“My car won’t start. Any chance you could give me a ride home?”
She thought this was what she had been sensing, Seth watching her as he sat in his car. Suddenly at ease, she unlocked the doors and let Seth in. “Sure, I can. You are on the North side of town, right?”
Seth answered her and it proved to be the last words she heard as a stranger walked up to the car and fired two shots into the car killing both her and Seth. She should have kept her guard up.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – uncanny