The rain hammered against the windscreen, blurring the already faint lines of the country road. Alex gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white. It was past midnight, and he was miles from home, driving back from a late meeting. He’d taken this route countless times, but tonight, everything felt different.

The wind howled like a distressed animal, shaking the car slightly. The headlights struggled to pierce the thick darkness, revealing only a few feet of road ahead. Alex slowed down, his heart pounding in his chest. He told himself it was just the weather, just tiredness, but a nagging feeling of unease settled in his stomach.

Suddenly, the car’s headlights illuminated something in the middle of the road. Alex slammed on the brakes, the car skidding slightly on the wet surface. He squinted through the rain-streaked windscreen. It looked like…a figure.

As he got closer, he could make out a woman standing in the middle of the road, her back to him. She was wearing a long, dark coat, and her head was bowed. Alex cautiously rolled down his window.

“Excuse me!” he shouted over the wind and rain. “Are you alright?”

The woman didn’t move. Alex tried again, louder this time. Still no response. A shiver ran down his spine. Something was definitely wrong.

He put the car in park and cautiously opened the door. The wind and rain hit him like a physical force. He pulled his coat tighter around him and stepped onto the road.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice trembling slightly. He took a few steps closer to the woman. As he did, she slowly turned her head.

Alex gasped. Her face was pale, almost ghostly white, and her eyes were wide and vacant. She didn’t seem to see him. Her expression was utterly blank.

He took a step back, his heart racing. He wanted to get back in his car, to drive away as fast as he could, but something held him back. He felt a strange sense of responsibility.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The woman didn’t answer. She simply stared at him with those empty eyes. Then, she slowly raised her arm and pointed a long, thin finger towards the woods that lined the side of the road.

Alex followed her gaze. The woods were dark and impenetrable, the trees swaying wildly in the wind. He couldn’t see anything.

He turned back to the woman, but she was gone.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. The rain was still falling heavily, but the road was empty. There was no sign of her.

Alex felt a cold dread wash over him. He scrambled back into his car, locked the doors, and started the engine. He put the car in gear and sped away, not daring to look back.

He didn’t stop until he reached the brightly lit service station on the outskirts of the next town. He pulled into the car park, his hands still shaking. He sat there for a few minutes, trying to calm down.

He couldn’t explain what he had seen. He tried to convince himself that it was just a trick of the light, a figment of his imagination, brought on by tiredness and the terrible weather. But deep down, he knew he had seen something…something unsettling.

He bought a cup of hot coffee and sat in the brightly lit café, trying to shake off the feeling of dread. As he sipped his coffee, he noticed a newspaper on the counter. The headline read: “Local Woman Missing.” Below the headline was a photograph. It was the woman from the road.

The article stated that she had been missing for three days. Her car had been found abandoned near the woods.

Alex felt a chill run down his spine. He put down his coffee and stared at the photograph, his mind reeling. He knew then that he hadn’t imagined it. He had seen her. But where had she gone? And why had she pointed to the woods?

He knew he had to tell the police.

Alex drove to the nearest police station, his hands trembling as he pulled into the parking lot. He explained the encounter to the officer, his voice shaking slightly as he described the woman, the woods, and the strange feeling of dread that had gripped him.

The officer, a young woman with kind eyes, listened patiently.

“Thank you for coming in, sir,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “This is certainly…unusual. Have you seen any news reports about a missing person in the area?”

Alex nodded, pulling out the newspaper with the article about the missing woman. The officer took it from him and studied it carefully.

“This is definitely concerning,” she said, her expression grave. “We’ll look into this immediately. In the meantime, I’d advise you to stay safe and avoid that area if possible.”

Alex thanked her and left the station, feeling a mixture of relief and unease. He had done what he could. Now, it was up to the police.

He drove home slowly, the rain still falling steadily. He kept thinking about the woman, her vacant eyes, the way she had pointed towards the woods. What had she been trying to tell him?

He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was somehow connected to her disappearance. He kept seeing her face everywhere – in the shadows of the trees, in the reflection of the wet pavement.

That night, sleep eluded him. He tossed and turned, haunted by the image of the woman. He kept thinking about the woods, imagining the dark, menacing trees, the unseen depths within.

The next day, he decided to go back to the scene of the encounter. He wanted to see the woods for himself.

He drove slowly along the deserted road, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached the spot where he had seen the woman, he felt a wave of apprehension wash over him.

He parked his car and cautiously stepped out. The woods loomed before him, dark and imposing. He hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to turn back. But a strange sense of curiosity, mixed with a lingering guilt, compelled him to go further.

He ventured into the woods, the branches scratching at his face, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. The deeper he went, the more uneasy he felt. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional drip of rain from the leaves.

He walked for what seemed like hours, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He kept glancing over his shoulder, expecting to see something lurking in the shadows.

Finally, he reached a small clearing. In the centre of the clearing, there was a small, moss-covered well. The water in the well was dark and murky, reflecting the gloomy sky above.

As he stared into the well, a chilling thought struck him. What if the woman had been trying to warn him about the well? What if she had fallen in?

He knelt down and peered into the depths of the well. He could see nothing but the murky water. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He shone the flashlight into the well, but the beam of light was swallowed by the darkness.

Suddenly, he heard a sound – a faint splash. He froze, his heart pounding. He shone the flashlight into the well again, but there was nothing.

He stood up, his legs trembling. He felt a cold dread creeping over him. He had to get out of there.

He turned and ran, not stopping until he reached his car. He jumped in, slammed the door shut, and sped away from the woods, his heart racing. He didn’t look back.

He knew he had to tell the police about the well. He had to tell them everything.

Alex returned to the police station, his clothes muddy and his face pale. He recounted his discovery of the well and the unsettling splash he’d heard. The officers immediately organized a search team. The woods were cordoned off, and a specialist team was brought in to examine the well.

The next few hours were agonizing for Alex. He paced his apartment, unable to shake the image of the dark well and the missing woman. He felt a heavy weight of responsibility, as if he were somehow involved in her disappearance.

Late that evening, the police contacted him. They had found something in the well. It was the woman.

The news hit Alex like a physical blow. He felt a wave of sadness and relief wash over him. At least she had been found. But the circumstances of her death remained a mystery.

The police investigation that followed revealed a tragic accident. The woman, disoriented and lost in the storm, had wandered into the woods and accidentally fallen into the well. The remote location and the dense foliage had made it difficult to find her, even with previous searches.

The news brought a sense of closure to the small town, and to Alex. Although the experience had been terrifying, he found solace in the fact that he had played a part in finding her. He had listened to his instincts, followed the clues, and ultimately helped bring her home.

The nightmares eventually subsided, though the memory of the woman’s vacant stare and the dark woods remained. Alex learned a valuable lesson: sometimes, the most unsettling experiences can lead to unexpected acts of kindness and resolution. He had faced his fear, ventured into the darkness, and in doing so, had brought light to a tragic mystery. He knew he would never forget the midnight commute that changed his life forever.

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Vocabulary Notes

Gripped (verb)
Meaning: Held something tightly.
Example: “Alex gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white.” This shows Alex was holding the steering wheel very firmly, likely due to stress or nervousness.
Similar words: grasped, clenched, held fast, clung to.

Pierced (verb)
Meaning: Passed through or penetrated something, often with force or sharpness. In this context, it refers to the headlights’ struggle to penetrate the darkness.
Example: “The headlights struggled to pierce the thick darkness.”
Similar words: penetrated, punctured, stabbed.

Nagging (adjective)
Meaning: Persistently worrying or troubling someone.
Example: “…a nagging feeling of unease settled in his stomach.” This describes a persistent, uncomfortable feeling of worry.
Similar words: persistent, worrying, troubling, bothersome, irritating.

Squinted (verb)
Meaning: Looked with eyes partly closed in order to see more clearly, often due to bright light or poor vision.
Example: “He squinted through the rain-streaked windscreen.”
Similar words: peered, gazed, narrowed his eyes.

Vacant (adjective)
Meaning: Having or showing no expression or thought. Empty.
Example: “Her face was pale, almost ghostly white, and her eyes were wide and vacant.” This describes a lack of expression in her eyes, suggesting she was not present mentally.
Similar words: empty, blank, expressionless, emotionless, hollow.

Scrambled (verb)
Meaning: Moved quickly and with difficulty, often using hands and feet. In this context, it implies a hurried and somewhat panicked movement.
Example: “He scrambled back into his car, locked the doors, and started the engine.”
Similar words: clambered, climbed hurriedly, struggled, rushed.

Figment (noun)
Meaning: Something imagined or invented; a fabrication.
Example: “He tried to convince himself that it was just a trick of the light, a figment of his imagination…”
Similar words: illusion, fantasy, delusion, invention.

Loomed (verb)
Meaning: Appeared as a large, often threatening shape.
Example: “The woods loomed before him, dark and imposing.”
Similar words: towered, bulked, overshadowed, hovered.

Apprehension (noun)
Meaning: Anxiety or fear that something bad or unpleasant will happen.
Example: “As he approached the spot where he had seen the woman, he felt a wave of apprehension wash over him.”
Similar words: anxiety, worry, fear, dread, unease.

Eluded (verb)
Meaning: Failed to be grasped or understood; escaped notice.
Example: “That night, sleep eluded him.” This means he couldn’t fall asleep.
Similar words: escaped, avoided, evaded, dodged.

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