In my first few years driving rigs, my master used to tell me that the main road could hold back evil.
So unless you absolutely had to, you should never leave the proper road, and you should never pay any attention to the “things” that stood outside the guardrails.
Lately, though, whenever I’m out on the road, I keep seeing my childhood friend-the one who’s already dead.
At first, he only stood beyond the guardrail, one leg raised stiffly.
But little by little, he managed to get that leg up onto the rail. Now half his body is leaning out over the highway.