KILOMETER 63

Is there anything more boring than traveling alone? So boring that you can fall into the illusion of being perverted. Be careful!

"Listen mate! Don't give anyone a ride after you've traveled or crossed 63 kilometers!"

Derian remembered the last words of a small casino bartender he had stopped half an hour earlier. At first he ignored it, but now he knew what the bartender was saying.

"What's wrong at kilometer 63? There's nothing around here!", He thought, watching the savanna along the left and right of the road. The previous signpost was marked 62, it means another kilometer for him to be careful.

Just as he was about to turn on the music player, in the distance, under an acacia tree, a middle-aged man gave his thumbs up.

Derian stopped his pace. the car slowly after reassuring repeatedly that the previous road sign, has not entered the 63 kilometers.

"Need a ride sir?", he said, after lowering the window.

The middle-aged man stared at him for a moment before shaking his head firmly. "No thanks. I do need a ride, but not from the dead!"

Derian gasped slightly at that. "What do you mean sir?"

But the middle-aged man didn't budge, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and again shook his head.

"Well, all right. Have a nice day, sir!" Not bothered, Derian's car drove back. Idly he glanced at the rearview mirror. "Oh, my God! What kind of thing is that ?!"

In the reflection of the rearview mirror he saw a creature with a goat's head, with fur covering its body, and a pair of black wings just like the wings of a bat.

"Damn it. So, did the bartender really say? ", He insisted.

Several hundred meters later, Derian was pity to see a gypsy woman carrying a large bundle of dry straw. Her shabby headgear and shabby dress swept the dusty streets. With a crutch, he hobbled.

Derian looked around, there were no signs of a nearby settlement. He was getting pity and stopped the car near the woman. "Need help, Madame?", He said.

Without taking his eyes off, the gypsy woman shook her head. Derian followed, driving the car slowly.

"Madame, you look tired. Can you ride and I'll take you home?", He offered again.

Sighing, the woman put her wrinkled hand on the car door Derian. He stared at Derian's face with his empty eyes. "I only need eyes. Do you want to give your eyes to me? The dead don't need their eyes anymore", he said.

"Oh, my gosh! Oh my God! Protect me!" Quickly he pressed the gas pedal, leaving the shape of a goat's face with wide eyes in his mind.

"Damn it! From this moment on, I will not offer to help anyone!", He shouted again.

Confirming his heart, he ignore the little boy with the ragged doll in his arms waving at him. He also ignored the grandmother who raised her thumb when the car sped like crazy.

"Dead people don't need brains! Give me your brains!" The grandmother's words seemed to follow him.

Derian was just slowing down when he looked at a road sign that reads the number 64. Not far from the sign, a girl gave her thumbs up. With a small suitcase in his hand, he approached Derian's car, which pulled up slightly past him.

Making sure there were no strange shadows in his rearview mirror, Derian lowered the window. "Need a ride, miss?" Reluctant to get off, he opened the car door from inside.

"Oh my God! Thank you. I think I'm going to die of heat out there. Can I hitch a ride to the nearest town sir?", Said the girl.

"Derian , call me Derian! And you? "

" Levia. But everyone calls me Honey ", replied the girl.

With a traveling companion, Derian's heart was more or less relieved. In a moment they were close. Derian is really good at carrying himself.

"By the way, I thought you were going to town? What are you carrying in such a small suitcase?", Asked Derian.

"You mean, this life box?", Replied the girl.

"Life box?", asked Derian a little surprised.

"That's right, it's a life box. You know, Derian, the dead don't need their eyes, brains, or even their bodies. The only thing a dead person has is lives! ", another voice chimed in their conversation.

" Oh, God! Gosh! How did you guys get in my car ?! ", Derian said in shock.

Unexpectedly, in the back row of seats sat three headed figures. goat. Their goat faces are distorted with faces that previously hoped for a ride from Derian.

"You're dead, Derian! Give me your eyes!", Said the head of the goat with a distorted gypsy woman's face.

"Brother, I'm hungry. I want to eat your neck ", said the little goat with the dirty doll in its arms.

" Listen Derian! You're dead! Let them eat your body, and give me the only thing you have right now! Your life! " And Levia's face turned into a goat's face with four horns sticking out of her forehead.

"Levia, you ?! No! I'm not dead yet! No ... !!!", shouted Derian.

Rejecting what was he heard, suddenly Derian's feet stepped on the gas pedal as hard as he could, and the car dashed against the invisible wall which swallowed him in twisted crumbles.

*****

"Hey buddy! Did you sleep enough? Oh yeah I remind you once again, don't give a ride to anyone when you pass 63 kilometers! "

Blinking his heavy eyes, Mike seemed to see a pair of horns sticking out of Lucas, the bartender's head.

" Only a fool I don't know if the left and right sides of kilometer 63 are ravines, "Mike said, finishing the rest of his coffee.