The Klan

I was driving down Washington Road in Princeton, going down the hill approaching Streicker Bridge. I took my eyes off the road for a second, and when I looked back, I saw a row of white hoods. There had suddenly appeared 5 or 6 Klansmen standing in a row, blocking the road. I slammed on my brakes in fear, and I forced myself to wake up. I didn't know what they would do to me, but I didn't want to find out.