On Wednesday evening we were heading towards Quizon city the sky became outcast and the cloud scudded by, followed by pouring rain , I can see the droplets sliding down from my cars window ,Ram was a bit anxious ,he looked stiff and uncomfortable in the driving seat ,I asked him
"What's wrong?"
he paused awkwardly and started talking about weather "it's too cold out here isn't it ? we should have carried some warm clothes with us !"

I was lost on my memory lane with weird thoughts running through my mind,when I witnessed we are crossing balte drive famous for phantom hitchhikers ,it was in news last week when an accident took place because of a dog that ran into a driverless car.

"They see you ,you can't sense them" Ram mummers " I felt a rush of energy and my soul leaving my body ...
"You should keep your calm and drive we are already running late " soon our car creeks and stops with a squeal , it was a puncher at a wrong place at a wrong time .

Ram started panicking I calmed him down ,the night was approaching , I saw a strange appearance a man with his head bowed , lowered back showing a white bald circle surrounded by wisp of light gray hair with gloomy shadowed disguise coming towards us he guided us towards the coffee house located in the midst of no where , I cringed at the creek of door withholding our determination we steped inside .
He said all three of you can rest here until you want ,
"Three?"
A shadow accustomed me at the corner of my vision .....

...To be continued...