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Hickory said, “and the car quit bucking and sliding. That was when it happened. I was traveling carefully along at about 30 miles per hour when I saw him approaching in my rear view mirror. He was floating toward me, all draped in black, closing the distance between us quickly.” Uncle Hickory shook visibly as he continued. “I knew who he was, and I knew he was coming for me. Even though it was slick and dangerous, I gunned the engine. I reached 50 miles per hour, and then looked in my rear view mirror. The gap between us was still getting smaller.” Uncle Hickory took some deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “As he was almost on my bumper I put the pedal to the floor, rather to die from a wreck than to have that ghostly demon take me away. The speedometer climbed to 80 then to 90. I looked straight ahead, afraid to take my eyes off of the road. Finally, I glanced in my rear view mirror and no longer saw him. I felt a surge of relief flood over me when...” Uncle Hickory paused, the blood draining from his face as the memory came back. We all leaned forward anxious for the rest of the story. 22