"You bastards killed Martha!," A man screamed as Alex lost consciousness, unsure of what was happening to Peter.
When Alex woke up half an hour later, her head was buzzing and pounding. She was extremely disorientated. "Peter" She called out, stretching her arm across the car to the driver's side. She felt something warm and soft. "Peter?" she called once more, languidly opening her eyes. Alex shrieked with terror when she noticed the dead dog's corpse sitting next to her. Blood trickling down its contorted limbs. Its dead, black pupils peering at her.
There then came a knock on the window.
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A Car Journey
Short StoryAlex and Peter are riding home one dark, cold night when they hit something. What follows is an experience from hell they'll never forget...
