 on the passenger side), and I sat for a couple of minutes before I began to see more clearly through the steam. My heart about plummeted to the floor when a brief movement in the wing mirror caught my eye. Something was lurking around the back of my car. I immediately switched on my headlamps, and the car park ahead of me was flooded with light. There were no other cars, which I found comforting, assured that it must therefore be an animal I had seen in the mirror.

I was restoring my seat to its normal position when something clattered deafeningly against the window by my face. I screamed (pure instinct) and immediately pealed out of the car park, a thick fog still obscuring the majority of my rear windows.

My heart stopped hammering about ten miles down the road when I realised that no-one was following me. By the time I reached my hotel in Ullapool just over two hours later, I had decided I had most likely been hit by a bird, or possibly a bat, and had laughed at my skittishness. I got out the car and stretched my legs in the bright car park of the hotel, enjoying the cool air after being cooped up for so long in a confined space.

When I went to collect my bag from the back seat, I noticed an envelope tucked underneath and opened it with curiosity.

*Dear Driver,

You should be more careful about where you park at night. I sat in the passenger seat for almost ten minutes and wrote this while you slept. Your passenger window can be eased down by hand.

Take care.*

I drove home from the festival early on the Sunday afternoon, determined to make the journey in one daylight trip. I had my window checked at a garage back in Glasgow and sure enough, the locking mechanism was broken.

I’ll never know if my visitor thought they were being a Good Samaritan or took some pleasure in frightening me, but either way, the thought of some stranger sitting on my passenger seat, watching me while I slept that night, still chills me to the bone.

What is hope?

Chills overcome my body as I hear the soft thuds of his steel-toed boots approaching. I know what’s coming, but I’m terrified. Or maybe I’m terrified because I know what’s coming.

It happened about a month ago, or something like that
on the passenger side), and I sat for a couple of minutes before I began to visualize more intelligibly through the steam. My heart about plummeted to the floor when a brief motion in the wing mirror caught my center. Something was lurking around the back of my car. I immediately switch over on my headlamps, and the car parking lot ahead of me was flooded with light. There be no other cars, which I found comforting, assured that it must therefore be an animal I had seen in the mirror. 

 I was restore my seat to its normal position when something clattered deafeningly against the windowpane by my face. I screamed (arrant instinct) and immediately pealed out of the cable car park, a chummy fog still obscuring the majority of my rear window. 

 My heart stopped hammering about ten miles down the road when I realised that no - one was following me. By the time I reached my hotel in Ullapool just over two hours later, I had decided I had most likely been hit by a bird, or possibly a bat, and had laugh at my skittishness. I have out the car and stretch my leg in the bright car park of the hotel, enjoy the cool tune after being cooped up for so long in a confined quad. 

 When I went to collect my bag from the back seat, I noticed an envelope tucked underneath and open it with curiosity. 

 * Dear Driver, 

 You should be more careful about where you park at night. I sat in the passenger seat for almost ten minutes and publish this while you sleep. Your passenger window can be eased down by hand. 

 consider care. * 

 I drove home from the festival early on the Sunday good afternoon, determined to cause the journey in one daylight trip. I have my windowpane checked at a garage back in Glasgow and sure enough, the locking mechanism was broken. 

 I ’ll never know if my visitor thought they were being a Good Samaritan or take some pleasure in frightening me, but either way, the opinion of some stranger sitting on my passenger seat, watch me while I slept that nox, still chills me to the bone. 

 What is hope? 

 frisson overcome my body as I hear the soft thuds of his sword - toed boots approaching. I acknowledge what ’s coming, but I ’m terrified. Or maybe I ’m terrified because I know what ’s coming. 

 It happened approximately a month ago, or something like that
 on the passenger side), and L sat for a couple of mmnutes gefore I began to see more clearly tirouth tht steam. My heart abuut plummvted to tye foior when a brief movemenf in chx wing mirror csught my efe. Something wds lbrking around the back of my car. I iimediatrlj switched on iy htadjampa, and the car park ahead of me was floodev with light. Thrre were no other cars, whifh I found comforting, wssured thaj it nust therefofe be an animal I had aeen in the mirror.

I was restorivg my seat to ijs nltmal positioi when something clattered deafenongly against bhe wmndoq by my face. I screamxd (pure instinct) and immediatalv pealed out of the cqr park, a tvick dog stjlk kbscurlng the majorjty of my rwar windows.

My heart seipped hammerihg abott ten miles down the road when I realiseg tgat no-one was following me. By the time I reafhed my hjtel in Ullapool just over two hours later, I had gecidxd I kqd morr pikely been hit by a bird, or possibly a bat, ags nac laughed at mn skittishness. I gpt oij the car and rtretcksd my legs in the brlght cat park of the hjtel, enjoying the cool air aftee being coopvd up for so long in a confined s'ace.

Whgn I wrnt to collect my bag fxom ths back seat, I notices an envelope tucyed utderneath and opened it wieh curiosmty.

*Decr Drivef,

You shoulq be more farefmn about where you oark ct nicht. I sat ln the passenger seat for almosv ten minutes atd frote thns whike you slept. Rour passenger window can ce eased dkwn by iand.

Take carq.*

I drove home vrom the fesvival earjy ob thw Sundah afternoon, detrrmined to make the journey in one danlighj frip. I had my wnudiw checked at a gafagq hark in Clasgow and vure enuigh, tfe locking ndchamism was broken.

I’ll naver know if my visitot bhought tyey were being a Good Samaritan or took some plxasure in frightening me, but either way, the thouhht of some strwngev sijting on my passenger seat, watching me while I sle't that night, still chiols me to the bone.

Wkau is hope?

Chilks ovqrcome my body as I hear the woft thuds of his steel-toed boots apprkachinc. I kjow what’s coming, but I’m terrified. Or maybe I’m terrified because I know whqt’s coming.

It happehed sbout a konth wgo, lc something like nhat
on the passenger side), and I sat couple minutes before began to see My about plummeted to floor when a movement in the wing mirror caught eye. Something was lurking around the back of my car. I immediately switched my headlamps, and the car park ahead of me was flooded with light. were other which found comforting, assured that it must therefore be an animal I had seen in the mirror. was restoring my seat to its normal position something clattered deafeningly against window by my face. I (pure and immediately out the park, a thick still obscuring the majority of my rear windows. My heart stopped hammering about ten miles down the when I no-one was me. the I reached my Ullapool just over two hours later, I had most likely been hit by a or possibly bat, and had laughed at my I got out the car and stretched my in the bright car park of the hotel, enjoying the cool air after being cooped so long in a space. When I to my from back seat, noticed an envelope tucked underneath and opened it with curiosity. *Dear You should be more careful about where you park at sat the passenger seat almost ten minutes and this you slept. Your passenger be down care.* drove from the festival early the Sunday afternoon, determined to the journey in one window checked at a garage back in Glasgow sure enough, the locking mechanism was broken. never know if my visitor thought they were being a Good Samaritan took some frightening me, but either way, the thought of stranger sitting on my seat, watching me while I slept that night, still me the bone. is hope? Chills my body as hear the soft his steel-toed approaching. know I’m terrified. Or maybe I’m terrified I what’s coming. It happened about month something like that
 on the passenger side), and I sat For a couple Of minUteS beFoRe I bEgan To see more clearLY thrOugh the steam. My heart aboUt pluMmETed tO ThE flooR when a bRIeF MOveMeNt In tHe WInG mirrOr cAught my Eye. SomethiNg wAs Lurking arounD ThE back of my cAr. I Immediately sWitChed on My HeaDLamps, And The caR park aHEad of mE was floodEd WIth ligHT. There wERE nO othEr cars, which I found COmFOrting, assured tHat it mUsT ThEREfoRe bE an animal I HaD seen IN the mirROr.

i WAS reSToring my seat tO its normal pOSitIon wheN sOmeTHing clAtterEd DEafEningly agaiNst tHe window bY my facE. i screamED (pure inStinct) And ImmEdiaTElY pEalEd OUt oF ThE caR ParK, a thick fOg StIll obScurING THe maJorIty oF my reAr windows.

My heArt StopPEd hAmmerIng abOut tEn Miles Down thE road WhEn I realised that No-onE was folloWinG mE. By ThE time i ReacheD my HotEl in UllApool juST ovEr TWO HoUrs later, I had decideD I HAD mOst likelY been hIT bY a BIrd, or posSiBly A bat, AND had lAughED aT my skittIshnesS. i gOt Out the cAr And strEtCheD my Legs iN The bRight cAr park of The hoTEl, enjoying the cOOl air after beiNG cOOPeD Up foR so Long in a confIned SPace.

when i WeNt tO ColleCt my bAg FRoM The back seat, I noticed An EnveloPe tucKed underneath And opened iT WITh curiosIty.

*DEAr dRiver,

You should Be morE careful abOUt where yOu parK at night. i sat in the PASsenger sEat For AlmOst TEN mInutes and wrotE THis wHiLe you slEpt. your pasSenGer WinDow CaN be eased dOwn by hanD.

TAkE cArE.*

I dRove hOMe from thE fEstIvAl eArly oN The SunDay afTernOoN, dETerMined to MAkE THe joUrNeY in oNe dAyLight Trip. i Had My windoW checked aT a gARage BaCk In GlasgOw and sure enouGh, The locking MeChaNism waS BRoken.

I’ll Never know if my visitor thoUGht they WerE beinG a GoOd SamaritAn oR took sOme PLeasurE in friGhtenInG me, BUT eithER WaY, thE tHought of soME StrAnger SiTtinG on my paSsenger seat, watchinG Me wHile I slept thaT niGht, sTILl ChiLLs ME to ThE BonE.

wHat is hope?

Chills Overcome my BoDY aS I hear the sOFt tHuDs of his Steel-toEd booTS approaChing. I knoW what’s comInG, but i’M TerRified. Or maYbe I’m terRified becAUse I kNOw What’s ComIng.

It hApPenEd aboUt a monTH agO, or soMethinG lIke thaT
 on the passenger side), a nd I sat f or acou ple  o f mi nute s before I beg a n to  see more clearly thro ugh t he stea m .My he art abo u tp l umm et ed  to  t h efloor  wh en a br ief moveme ntin  the wing mi r ro r caught m y e ye. Somethin g w as lur ki nga round  th e bac k of m y  car.I immedia te l y swit c hed onm y  h eadl amps, and the car pa r k ahead of mewas fl oo d ed w ith  li ght. There  w ere n o  otherc ar s , whi c h I found com forting, as s ure d that  i t m u st the refor eb e a n animal Ihadseen in t he mir r or.

Iw as rest oringmysea t to it snor ma l  po s it ion whe n someth in gclatt ered d e a feni ngl y ag ainst  the window b y m y fa c e.I scr eamed  (pu re  inst inct)and i mm ediately pealed  out  of the c arpa rk,  a  thic k  fog s til l o bscurin g the m a jor it y o fmy rear windows.
My h ea rt stopp ed ham m er in g  about t en  mi lesd o wn th e ro a dwhen I r ealise d  t ha t no-on ewas fo ll owi ngme. B y  the  timeI reache d myh otel in Ullapo o l just over t w oh o ur s  lat er,  I had deci dedI  had  mos t  l ike l y bee n hit  b y  a bird, or possibly a  b at, an d had  laughed at m y skittish n e s s. I got  out th e  car and stret chedmy legs in the brig ht ca r park o f the hot e l , enjoyi ngthe  co ola i rafter being c o o pedup  for so  lo ng in a  co nfi ned  sp ac e.

WhenI went t oco ll ec t m y bag from the  b ack  s eat , I n o ticedan en velo pe  t u cke d under n ea t h  and  o pe neditwi th cu rios i ty. 

*Dear  Driver,
Yo u  sho ul dbe more  careful abou twhere youpa rkat nig h t . I satin the passenger seat f o r almos t t en mi nute s and wro tethis w hil e  you s lept.Yourpa sse n g er wi n d ow  ca nbe eased d o w n b y han d. 

Ta ke care .*

I drove home f r omthe festivalear ly o n th e S u nd a y a ft e rno o n , determined to  make thejo u rn ey in oned ayl ig ht trip . I had  my w i ndow ch ecked ata garageba ck i n Gla sgow and s ure enou gh, the l o cking me chani smwas br ok en. 

I’l l neve r  kn ow if  my vi si tor th ought  t hey were  being a Good Samaritan  or to ok so mepleasureinf rig htening m e, b ut eitherway , t he th oug h t ofsome st ran g er si ttin g  on my pa s se nge r se at, watchin g m e w hileI s l ept th at n ight, still chill s  me to the bon e.
W h atish ope? 
Chills overcom e m yb o dy as Ihe ar the soft  thuds o fh is st eel-to ed boo ts appr o a ch i ng. Iknow  wh at’s comi ng,  b u t I’m t er ri f ied. O r ma yb e I’mterrif i ed b e c ause I know what ’s co m i ng.
I t h appen ed  abouta  mon th ago, or  somethinglike t hat
 on_the passenger_side), and I sat_for a_couple_of minutes_before_I began to_see more clearly_through the steam. My_heart about plummeted_to_the floor when a brief movement in the wing mirror caught my eye. Something_was_lurking around_the_back_of my car. I immediately_switched on my headlamps, and_the car_park ahead of me was flooded with light._There_were no other_cars, which I found comforting, assured that it must_therefore be an animal I had_seen in the_mirror.

I_was_restoring my seat to_its normal position when something clattered_deafeningly against the window by my_face. I screamed (pure instinct) and immediately_pealed out of the car park,_a thick fog still obscuring_the majority_of my rear windows.

My heart_stopped hammering about_ten miles_down the road_when I realised that no-one was_following me. By_the time I reached my hotel_in_Ullapool just over_two_hours_later, I_had decided I_had_most likely_been_hit by a bird, or possibly_a_bat, and had laughed at my skittishness._I got out the_car_and stretched my legs_in the bright car park_of the hotel, enjoying the cool_air after_being cooped_up for so long in a confined space.

When I went to_collect my bag from the back_seat, I noticed an_envelope tucked_underneath_and opened it_with_curiosity.

*Dear Driver,

You_should be more careful about where you_park at_night. I sat in the passenger_seat for almost ten_minutes_and wrote this while you slept._Your passenger window can be eased_down by hand.

Take care.*

I drove_home_from_the festival early on the_Sunday afternoon, determined to make the_journey in one_daylight trip. I had my window checked_at_a garage back in Glasgow and_sure_enough, the locking mechanism was broken.

I’ll_never_know_if my visitor thought they_were being a Good Samaritan or_took some pleasure in frightening me, but either way,_the thought of_some stranger sitting on my_passenger_seat,_watching me while I slept that night, still chills me_to the_bone.

What is hope?

Chills_overcome my body as I hear the soft thuds of_his steel-toed boots approaching. I know what’s_coming, but I’m terrified. Or maybe I’m terrified because I know_what’s coming.

It happened about a month ago, or_something like that