Sandra’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel as the wipers whip back and forth. Glancing into the rearview mirror, she gasps as a man leans towards her. She swerves to the shoulder and brakes. She reaches for the door, but his bony fingers dig into her collarbone.
“Who are you?!” she cries.
“A guide to the afterlife.”
“I’m not dead!”
“I’m here for the body you have in the trunk.” Then he nods to the passenger seat. “He’s your guide.”
A beast forms beside her. Screaming, she jerks free of his grasp as the transport truck hits her car head-on.
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