Horror Story Rough Draft

The music was blaring through the radio. I'd spent all day driving this car trying to get back home. Now it's so dark and quiet outside I can barely keep my eyes open. I try and turn the music up louder to stay awake. Flipping through the stations I stop on the news. Listening to this "Emergency Broadcast", an older man with an odd voice begins speaking in a monotone voice. "Attention. At midnight this evening, an inmate of the Greene County Prison has escaped. He is presumed to be armed and dangerous, and will be fleeing town as fast as possible. If you have any information of his whereabouts, contact the police. Thank You." Chills trickle down my spine as I try to focus on the road. The moon seemed so bright hanging over the long fields next to me. The long empty road seemed to go on forever, only an hour left. Even after making this road trip once a month, it still seems just as long and boring as it had the first time. Just stay focused.
Hours seemed to go by while I just stared straight ahead, half asleep. Then suddenly I notice something, someone. They stood in the middle of the road in a long trench coat and no shoes waving their hands trying to flag me down. I begin to press the brakes and pull over beside him. His long greasy hair pulled back from his face, showing his dark eyes and his odd crooked teeth. He smiled and said "I know it's late, and I’m terribly sorry, but can I have a ride back into town. My car broke down not far from here and I just can't find a payphone anywhere." I stopped and thought. Could I really leave some man in the middle of nowhere, especially with a mad murderer on the loose? What are the chances another car would come by and help?
"....Ok, you can come in. It's only about twenty minutes away anyway." He smirks and slowly makes his way to the car. He reached out to grab the handle with a long scrawny hand, a small bit of blood stained his hand. Must be from his car. Although he's a little tired looking and in desperate need of a shower, he seems sort of put together. And he has a way of talking so smooth and certain, like he’s very sure of himself. "My name’s Harry Fisher, wha-"
"Do you know who I am?" He turns and stares at me with an odd smirk on his face and an almost wild look in his eyes. My heart starts racing, oh no.
***
Mrs. Fisher sits at the kitchen waiting for him to come home. He was supposed to be home hours ago, where is he? She stares out the window and taps her foot on the tile beneath the table. Every month he drives back from North Carolina, and not once has he ever been later than 1 a.m.

Suddenly headlights come up in the drive way. Her husband slowly steps out of the car and walks towards the front door. He reaches his scrawny hand up to the door and knocks. That’s odd, she thought, he should have a key. She gets up and opens the door for him and see’s the perfect face she fell in love with. “What took you so lo-“

“I’m going to bed” he said in a smooth voice. “Oh ok, I guess it is pretty late.”

He follows her down the hall into their bedroom and lays next to her on their queen bed. She rolls over and says Goodnight. Harry keeps making noise behind her, and then suddenly something falls onto the floor beside the bed. She looks down to see what has fallen. The skin from her husband’s face lay next to the bed. She slowly turns to see a man with wild eyes and an odd smirk.

“Do you know who I am?”