Slowly I lowered my hand and what I saw made my breath catch in my throat. A dark, lanky figure was sprinting next to the car, maybe 15 feet away off the side of the road. It effortlessly dodged logs and mailboxes as it ran and turned to face me with those piercing eyes and horrific, wicked smile.

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“D- da-“ I stammered, but the words wouldn’t come.

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The running figure began veering towards the car, its face inching closer to mine.

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“Dad-“ I squeaked, barely above a whisper.

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I felt the car speed up.

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“Dad,” I said again hoarsely.

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 “I see it,” my dad said softly, trying his best to hide the shiver in his voice.