She shuddered at what could have happened to her and her daughters. The close call left her afraid of what else might be out in the night. She started the car and pled quietly, “Come on Scott. Hurry!”When her husband arrived, she slid over to the passenger seat. She was too shaky from adrenaline to be able drive. Before he could say anything, she said, “Just drive, Scott. I don’t want to talk. I only want to go home.”“Are you OK?” he asked as he closed his door.Before she had a chance to respond, a heavy thump came from the rear of the van. Scott scanned the empty parking lot in his rear view mirror, finding nothing. He waited a moment and shifted into drive. Again came a heavy thump, this time hard enough to rock the van.A blood-smeared face pressed against his window, looking like a possessed man. The man’s eyes wandered as if sightless. His hair was wild and thick with mud.Scott had had his fill of stupid for the night. He stepped on the gas. The wild-looking man fell away from the van, his mouth leaving a trail of mucus on the glass.In his rearview mirror, Scott saw the man’s body lying on the ground, wracked by tremors, curling and thrashing on the blacktop like a fat spider burning under a magnifying glass.
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