Character Analysis: The Woman On Wendover Road

The Woman on Wendover Road - Draft

It was a foggy October night, and Martin O’Neil was driving back from work to his new home in the countryside. Fully focused on his driving, and straining his eyes to see the street names in the darkness, Martin was startled a loud ringing noise. I glanced at my phone that I had previously thrown onto the passenger seat of my car, curious to see who was calling me so late in the night. I was quite surprised to see my beloved wife’s name on the caller ID, as she was rarely ever awake at this time of night. Worried, I quickly pulled over and answered the phone. “Martin! Martin! Martin, can you hear me?” “Yes Ruth, I can hear you loud and clear,” I replied, “what is it?” “Martin, I’ve had another vision, …show more content…
Paying no attention to my wife’s warnings I started the car and continued my way home. Ruth, you see, had a great deal of these “visions”. She claimed to be able to predict fatal events before they transpired, but her visions never usually came true. Despite their lack of accuracy, Ruth truly believed in every single one of her predictions, making her quite a paranoid woman. As Wendover road approached, I decided to ignore Ruth’s warnings and take it. After all, it seemed to be the quickest way home. As I turned into the seemingly abandoned road, lightning struck. This seemed a bit strange to me, as there was no rain that followed. A few minutes later, lightning struck again and I thought I noticed the shadow of a woman in the distance. I checked again, but did not see anything. “It’s just your mind playing tricks on you.” I told myself. Suddenly, lightning struck again, and a truly frightening woman appeared right in front of my car. This woman had long black hair covering most of her face, and skin as pale as snow. Her eyes were as black as the night and she was wearing a long black robe. I quickly hit my brakes and swerved to avoid her, making my car spin out of control. When my car had stopped spinning, it turned off and I looked back at the road, seeking the woman that had almost killed me. Curiously, she was nowhere to be found. I attempted to start my car again but to no avail. Since my house was only a couple blocks away from my current location, I decided to walk the rest of the way. As I walked down this seemingly endless road, a sudden gust of wind blew out all of the street lights, apart from the one directly above me. Suddenly, I started hearing a strange whistling noise coming from behind me, and the light above me started to flicker. Quickly turning around, I came face to face with the same woman that had nearly caused my demise. My heart started pounding so hard that I felt like it was