The Echoes of the Haunted Highwayman

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The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the old, abandoned inn at the edge of town. The wind howled through the broken windows, carrying with it the whispers of forgotten tales. Inside, a group of friends had gathered around a flickering candle, their faces illuminated by the eerie flicker. They were about to embark on a spooky story swap, each eager to outdo the other with their scariest tale.

"Alright, let's start," said Li, the most adventurous of the group. "I'll go first."

He cleared his throat and began, "There's a legend about the Haunted Highwayman. He's said to be a ghostly figure who roams the old highway at night, seeking revenge on those who wronged him in life."

The others leaned in, their eyes wide with anticipation. "And what happened to him?" asked Xiao, the skeptic among them.

Li leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "He was a highwayman in the old days, known for his cunning and ruthless ways. But one fateful night, he was betrayed by a friend. They turned him in to the law, and he was hanged for his crimes."

The group murmured in agreement, knowing the tale well. "But what about the ghost?" asked Mei, the most imaginative of the group.

Li's eyes gleamed with excitement. "The legend says that his spirit never rests. He roams the highway, searching for his betrayer. And if he finds them, he takes their life as revenge."

The others shuddered, imagining the haunting figure on the dark road, his eyes glowing with a vengeful fire. "That's a good one," said Zhang, the quiet one who rarely spoke. "But I've got a better one."

He cleared his throat and began, "There's a story about a man who dared to drive his car on the highway at night. He was speeding, not paying attention to the road. Suddenly, he saw the figure of the Haunted Highwayman standing in the middle of the road, his eyes burning with anger."

The group gasped, imagining the terror on the man's face. "What happened next?" asked Li, his curiosity piqued.

Zhang's voice grew darker. "The man swerved to avoid him, but his car spun out of control. He hit a tree and died on the spot. It's said that his ghost still haunts the highway, waiting for the next person to make the same mistake."

The room fell silent, the candle flame flickering in the eerie stillness. "That's a chilling story," said Mei, her voice trembling. "But I've got one that's even scarier."

She took a deep breath and began, "There's a family who moved into an old house on the edge of town. They didn't know about the Haunted Highwayman, but they soon found out. They saw his ghostly figure at night, standing in their yard, his eyes fixed on their house."

The others exchanged nervous glances, their imaginations running wild. "What happened to them?" asked Li, his voice filled with concern.

Mei's eyes widened. "One night, they heard a knock at the door. When they opened it, the Haunted Highwayman was standing there, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. He said he had come for them, and he took their lives as revenge."