Chapter 24 - Kolaches and Lattes

It's night. I'm driving down the mountain at a fast speed. There's no one on the road and the fog is going to roll in soon. I don't know how I know, I just know. There's music playing in the background but I can't tell who it is. Suddenly a man steps out into the middle of the road. He's dressed sloppily in a trench coat. There's only two things that stand out to me. He holds a wooden baseball bat with nails driven through it and his eyes. His eyes are deranged. One look at his eyes and you can tell there's something wrong with him. I slam my brakes but they aren't working fast enough. I'm going to hit him. When I look up He looks me dead in the eye and I can only see one emotion. Pure and unadulterated hatred. This man is going to kill me. I start screaming. He takes the bat and throws it at my head and it crashes through the windshield.