I drove through the night. My GPS directs me into the middle of nowhere. Cars materialized out of darkness, yet, always vanishing when I approached.

Are my eyes playing tricks?

Finally, I pass a car with staring faces. Every hair on my arms raises.

I called 911. No signal. I squeezed the steering wheel tighter.

Each new vehicle brought fresh terror: people with vacant eyes.

Hours passed, and more cars appeared. The occupants changed with each reappearance, but their gaze remained constant.

I don't want to stop.

Their occupants appear hungry and I'm just another meal waiting to be devoured.

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