Stranger things occur..

Anyone who has delved into the depths of a Dean R Koontz novel or succumb to the dread of Stephen King will understand the real fear I experienced the other day driving along the M7 towards Pinetown. It was 5pm, and in true winter style the sun was setting already. I was alone in the car so kept my windows closed and my doors locked. Traffic was being such a bastard as it can only be when you have somewhere to go. So there I am, stuck in bumper to bumper traffic tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music blaring from my back speakers. I had so many things running through my mind at the time, scanning through the events of the day as they occurred , making plans andsoforth, when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement coming from the bush...