546. Cloven hooves


It was only hearsay; an old wives tale. It was something that everyone pretended not to care about, but obeyed nonetheless.

On a certain stretch of lonely road, at dusk, never stop for a hitch-hiker. If you do, then a glance down at the passenger’s feet once in the vehicle, and you will see cloven hooves.  You shall never be heard from again.

Roderick thought it was a load of nonsense. Unfortunately.

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