It's a cold and quiet night. You're driving, alone, down a desolate road in the countryside. There are no animals out. No insects buzzing. It's the dead of summer but something is off. Silently, your eyes snap to the left. You see it. Inhuman. Terrifying. Running after your car like fucking Spider Man, eyes gleaming in the reflecting of your tail lights. You speed up, heart racing, desperately trying to lose it's trail as you zip over the sleek wet roads. Your eyes stay trained in front. You don't want to look. You don't want to see it again.
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It follows for over 50 miles until you finally get some peace. You can hear the cicadas again. It's alright. You'll be alright. You lost the creature.
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After turning your music down, you pull into your driveway, adrenaline starting to slip into sleepiness. Your suburban neighborhood is familiar, safe. Deep breaths. You can always think about this tomorrow.
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What you haven't realized yet, is that it's underneath your car.
Waiting.
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I think I'm gonna sleep in my car tonight. Between that thing and the Snow Angel, I've had enough with the Mid-West.
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It follows for over 50 miles until you finally get some peace. You can hear the cicadas again. It's alright. You'll be alright. You lost the creature.
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After turning your music down, you pull into your driveway, adrenaline starting to slip into sleepiness. Your suburban neighborhood is familiar, safe. Deep breaths. You can always think about this tomorrow.
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What you haven't realized yet, is that it's underneath your car.
Waiting.