Night on the haunted highway

Prakash was aware of the legends surrounding the road but was determined to reach his destination before daybreak.

The night on the highway was as dark as a dungeon. The road was momentarily illuminated by shards of lightning that cast shadows which seemed to dance to an unfamiliar melody. The knuckles of Prakash, a middle-aged man with a salt-and-pepper beard, were against the leather gloves as he clutched the handlebars of his motorbike. He was aware of the legends surrounding the road but was determined to reach his destination before daybreak.