Riley did a double take. Sure enough, it was day. She had spent the whole night in the car atop the cliffs overlooking Dawson's Beach.
Where was Sam? Riley checked the back seat. No sign of him.
Glancing out the window Riley couldn't see anyone. The sun peaked just above the clouds casting it's light over the normally sinister woods.
With a shaking hand, Riley unlocked the door...
She and Sam had been dating for a few months. Sam was getting impatient about having to wait. He was also getting frustrated because Riley continued to tease him almost to the point of breaking.
So this one particular day, Sam had invited Riley to dinner, then a movie of his choice. Of course he chose the latest horror movie, telling himself that horror movies made great foreplay. She would get scared, then snuggle in closer for 'protection' which allowed Sam to cop a feel of her taut body. Unfortunately, Sam didn't realise that Riley loved horror movies and literally sat on the edge of her chair from the opening sequence to the end of the credits.
Feeling more frustrated than usual, Sam offered to drive Riley home. Riley agreed so Sam led her back to his car. They drove in silence, the only noise was the soft music coming from the radio. Sam's eyes drifted over to Riley, admiring her body and lingering a little too long on her breasts.
Sam turned his attention back to the road and gasped.
A dog had run into the middle of the road.
Sam gripped the steering wheel, veering hard to the left. The car followed, mounting the curb and sliding around the dog. The tires squealed and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air. Riley's nails dug into the dashboard as the car went into a spin.
Once the car had come to a complete stop, Sam opened the door. The dog had vanished.
“Are you alright?” he asked Riley, breathing hard. He hadn't hit the dog, had he? He got out before Riley could respond and checked the grill. Nope, no doggy remains to be seen and everything was intact. Sam assumed the dog had gotten a fright and ran off into the woods.
The woods loomed before him, menacing. Sam smiled. He knew of a spot that was located deep in the woods, near the cliffs overlooking Dawson's Beach that was a perfect spot to get some action. It was romantic and above all secluded.
He climbed back into the car. Riley looked a little pale. He assured her that dog was fine and that they were just going to make a quick stop before they continued on their way home. Riley, still clearly shaken up about the sudden swerving agreed so Sam started the engine, spun the car back around and turned up a dirt track that lead up to Lover's Point.
There were some other cars up along the cliff line as they crept past all the others until they reached the spot Sam remembered. Not that he ever came up here with anyone else.
He turned the engine off and turned to face Riley. “What are we doing here?” she asked, innocently, shifting in her seat. She knew exactly why they were there, but she wanted to hear it from his mouth.
Rather then answering, Sam lent over and kissed her. It was a deep passionate kiss that began at her mouth and reached all the way down to her toes. It was one of those kisses that should never end. Riley sighed into Sam's mouth as her eyes closed. She felt his hand on her waist, making small circles on her bare flesh.
His hand dropped to her thigh before slipping under her skirt. This was moving way too fast for Riley. She tried to pull away, her hand on top of his, pushing it back down her leg as she mumbled a protest. Sam paid no attention and pushed down her, trapping Riley against the car door.
She shoved him in the chest, pounding her tiny balled up fists against his body. Her hand brushed lightly over his groin. She could feel his erection straining against his jeans. Her eyes opened as she turned her head, breaking the kiss.
“What the fuck?” Sam said. From the look on his face Riley could tell he was pissed.
“Sam, no, I'm not ready,” she said, straightening her skirt.
Sam slammed his hand down hard against the steering wheel in frustration. “You're never fucking ready,” he mumbled.
Riley felt like crying. A little sob escaped her throat before she could stop it. “I'm sorry,” she wailed. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
“Shit.” Sam felt like a complete ass. He knew he shouldn't rush her, but he couldn't continue like this. He was fast running out of masturbation fantasies.
He opened the car door. “Where are you going?” Riley asked, brushing the tears away with her hand. Sam clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I'm going to take a piss, alright?” he replied. “I'll be right back, then I'll take your fridget ass home.”
Before Riley had a chance to respond, Sam slammed the door.
Ten minutes went by and Sam didn't return. Riley pressed the button for the radio. Nothing happened. Sighing, she reached over to turn the key only to discover Sam had taken the keys with him. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath.
Opening the door, Riley got out. “Sam, if you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it!” she cried, leaning against the side of the old Mustang. Nothing. She thought about walking off to try and find him, but decided that it was better to stay put. After all, she didn't know this area as well as he did.
She rubbed her arms. It was getting cold. She climbed back into the car.
No radio. No boyfriend. Nothing but silence filled the air.
Riley stared at the clock on the dash. Her eyes felt heavy and soon she had fallen asleep.
She was woken by a bang on the roof of the car. Sitting up, startled, Riley glanced around. Sam hadn't returned. She glanced at the clock again. It had been nearly two hours since he walked off to take a leak.
She calmed herself, telling herself that it was probably a cat or a dog that jumped on the car. In actuality it was probably more like a mountain lion or escaped gorilla from the zoo that was pissed about being locked in a cage for most of its life.
While Riley was having visions of Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes, a new noise caught her attention. At first she thought she dreamt it. But there it was, plain as day, a scratching noise on the roof of the car.
Huddled down in the passenger seat, Riley held her breath. Maybe it was just a tree branch scratching the car. Sam had parked pretty close to the trees.
But then she had visions of the gorilla on top of the car scratching the roof in order to scare her out of the car and into the waiting clutches of the mountain lion.
Riley sighed. She was letting her imagination get the better of her.
“Sam, where are you?” she said to herself, hugging her knees.
The scratching continued for a few minutes before it was followed by a dripping sound. Riley had shivers shooting down her spine. She quickly locked the doors.
Scratch. Drip. Scratch. Drip.
Riley stared at the clock on the dash. Her eyes became blurry and unfocused.
Scratch. Drip. Scratch. Drip.
Her eyes felt heavy. The sounds were hypnotising.
Scratch. Drip. Scratch. Drip.
Within a few minutes, Riley had drifted off into a dreamless sleep...
Standing outside, stretching her arms above her head.
Riley's head snapped around to see a young police man standing near the edge of the clearing. “I'm sorry,” she said. “I've been hear all night waiting for my boyfriend...” her voice trailed off as the officer motioned for her to come to him.
“Hurry,” he urged.
Riley trotted over to him. He placed his arm around her and began to lead her towards his waiting squad car. It was then that Riley noticed that the officer kept looking past her.
Riley stopped walking. She turned her head. The silence of the woods was broken by her blood-curdling scream.
Hanging over the car upside down, bound and gagged, was Sam. His fingers had gotten free of the ropes and were hanging just above the car's roof. His throat had been slashed, a pool of blood had formed underneath his body.
The wind rustled the trees, pushing the body of her boyfriend. As Riley passed out the last thing she heard was that horrid scratching sound of his fingers connecting with the car roof.