I've made my own variation of the popular folk story: "Killer in the back seat."



It was night and the moon was out. Jessica looked at her gas meter. She groaned, the gas was now dangerously low and she still couldn't find a gas station. But then she saw an old station down the road. She sighed in relief and pulled over. The lights were still on and the attendant came out. He seemed very nice and plugged started to refuel the car. His eyes flickered in a different direction but quickly averted them. He started acting odd and a bit nervous and when he was done refueling he asked her to come out and pay with the credit card instead of the cash Jessica offered. Jessica frowned and opened the car door and walked inside the store. The attendant quickly pulled her in the store. She tried to scream but the sounds were muffled by the attendant's hand. "Calm down." He whispered into her ear, "There is a man in the back seat of your car." He continued. He released her and pointed.  Jessica reluctantly looked; she could just see the outline of man lying down in the back seat. There was a glint and Jessica saw that it was knife. He was waiting for her and the attendant to come back.