It was a typical Friday night when I was doing DoorDash deliveries after my college classes. Something strange happened that night. I usually did this on weekends to cover my living expenses, but that night was different. There were fewer orders, and some were low-paying ones, basically a waste of time. After about an hour, a decent order came through, but it was 8 miles away. The payment was good, but the location didn’t seem right. Still, it was better than the low-paying orders, so I accepted the order and went to the restaurant. After picking up the bag, I got into my car and started driving. The GPS said the trip would take 30 minutes, which was the longest I had driven for an order so far. Just after passing the campus, I saw many houses, but after 20 minutes, the road opened up to wide fields with no houses. It was nothing but vast open fields with undulating crops. I felt a little nervous, but I thought everything would be fine. Between the empty fields, I finally saw a house that matched the location. I quickly deduced that this was the location where I was meant to make the delivery.
As I drove down the empty, desolate road toward the house, the eerie stillness of the place said a lot. Crossing through the field felt strange, even though I wasn’t usually scared. But there was an unease, like an unexplained anxiety. As I moved further down the road, the only sound was the soft rumble of my car. I parked the car, grabbed the bag, and walked toward the house, which was silent and dark, with only the porch light on. I walked through the dirt-filled grass to the porch and knocked on the door, waiting. I looked back at my car, now blending into the darkness of the field. A moment passed, and then I knocked again, but there was no response. Not even a sound from inside. I quickly realized something was off. There was no light in the windows, and the windows themselves seemed rotten. Up close, I could tell this order was not going to be completed. The one thing that stood out was the porch light, which seemed odd. I looked at it and noticed that it was powered by a cheap solar battery. It was a self-operating light that charged during the day and turned on in the evening, meaning no one had to be here to turn it on.
As I was piecing this together, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw a car coming up the dirt road, right behind my car. I remained motionless, observing the headlights, until a man eventually emerged from the car. I called out from the porch to ask if this was his order, but he didn’t respond. He just stood there by his car, not moving or speaking. I felt my adrenaline spike when I realized how dangerous the situation had become. The night’s silence reminded me there was no one around to help. I was trapped in the middle of a field with a stranger. In a sudden panic, I dropped the bag and ran toward the back of the house, speeding past the porch and into the grassy field. I looked back to see the man running after me, his footsteps fast and frantic. The grass grew thicker the farther I ran, and my breath became heavier. After a while, I realized he no longer had a chance to catch up with me. I slowed my breathing and moved cautiously through the crops, trying to stay as quiet as possible, as I feared he was still pursuing me.
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Eventually, I reached a road, stumbled onto it, and fell. The police found me soon after and took me in for questioning. However, by the time they arrived, the individual had already left. To my surprise, my car wasn’t stolen, and the order bag was still on the porch. This could only mean one thing: the man’s intentions were worse than robbery.