Late at night, Daniel was driving home on a deserted stretch of road when he spotted something odd: in his rearview mirror, he could just make out the suggestive outline of someone in the backseat of his car. His heart rate suddenly increased. He had assumed he was alone that evening when he got into his car. Fighting back his fear, he continued driving, theoremically thinking that he was just exhausted, and perhaps delirious, which suggested that he was over-analysing himself. Yet there, in the dim light of the dashboard, he recognized it more clearly; it was a pale figure with hollow eyes staring at him from his backseat. His hands shook on the steering wheel. “Wh…who are you?” he barely uttered. Cold breath ushered across his neck. “You gave me a ride last night… but never let me out.” The car veered off the road as Daniel screamed.
Silent passenger
