The motion of the vehicle was enough to betray them, but Tom didn't want to attract any more attention. The tires struggled over the thick snow, as hesitant now as they'd been when he arrived. He put his arm over the passenger seat and stared behind them, watching the street get closer. When he reached the road, he did a U-turn. Tom stuck his head out the window, surveying the empty driveways around them. There were no other cars in view. Several of the houses had garages, but he was unsure if they contained cars. The engine sputtered slightly as they pulled down the street. "Is the car working all right?" Rosemary asked. "It seems like it," Tom muttered. "The engine's probably just cold, like we are." Rosemary shivered in agreement. Tom nodded and kept driving. They passed the quiet, deserted houses. Tom surveyed each of the windows, expecting to see something peering out at them—a face, a flashlight pointed in their direction; worse yet, the glowing eyes of one of the beasts. They saw none of those.
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