Car Keys

One night, a father and daughter were driving down a deserted road. They were returning home after spending the whole day visiting the girl's mother at the hospital. Listening to the sound of rain drumming on the car roof, the girl began to doze off.

Suddenly there was a loud bang. The father struggled with the steering wheel, but the car skidded off the road.

After checking that the daughter was uninjured, the man got out to survey the damage. Both of the front tires were blown, but the rest of the car was not injured.

"We must've driven over something," he explained. "Whatever it was it blown the tires!"

"You can fix it, right?" asked the daughter.

"No," replied the father. "I've only got one spare in the trunk. I'll have to go to the nearest town and buy one. You'll wait in the car well I get it."

"Ok," she said reluctantly. "But please don't take long."

"Sit tight" replied the father. Then he trudged forward in the pouring rain and she watched as he disappeared from sight.

More than an hour passed, and the girl began to wonder what was taking him so long. He should've been back by now.

Just then, she glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a figure in the distance walking towards the car. At first she couldn't tell what it was, but as it came closer she could make out a man with a long bushy beard and overalls. And in his hand was a big, sharp and pointy butcher knife.

Thinking quickly, she locked the doors. Then she jumped in the back seat. For a minute, the man stopped in his tracks, staring at the girl. Then he lifted this arm and held the severed head of her father. She started screaming and screaming, paralyzed by fear.

When he reached the car, he put his face against the window, grinning like a mad man. His hair was matted and scars covered his face. For a second there was silence, the only noise being the rain falling hard against the car. Then, grinning like a mad man, he held up

The car keys.