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A late-night joyride. Leftover fireworks. It should have been just another reckless night for two friends, pushing the boundaries of boredom the day after the 4th of July. But the darkness of the county road held something they never expected. At 4:42 a.m., their headlights fell on him: a man in a blue shirt, standing perfectly still at the mouth of the road. He raised his hand, not in greeting, but in a slow, deliberate motion that said only one thing—stop. Adrenaline surged. They hit the gas, tearing past him into the night. But curiosity—or maybe arrogance—made them circle back minutes later. That was their mistake. The man was gone. No car parked nearby, no shadow slipping into the trees, no place to vanish. Just empty fields and silence thick enough to make the air feel wrong. Who was he? A stranded traveler lost in the dark? A spirit tied to the graves that lined the road? Or something far older, waiting for the right set of headlights to catch him at just the right time? One simple detour turned i