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DELILAH, FEELING UNNERVED BY the creep that had taken the time to take her hoodie and scratch up the back of her car, decided that she wouldn't be sleeping much that night. With no money to check into a motel that night, she pulled her car out behind the diner that luckily, was open late. She owner of the diner promised her unlimited coffee, tea, lemonade, and whatever it was that she could ask for.
She nursed a cup of tea, ignoring the humid Florida weather that night as she sat low in the back seat of her old car.
"Need anything else, hon? I just want you to know plenty of us would be willing to give you a place to crash tonight," One of the employees told her. Delilah brushed her off kindly, coming up with some kind of excuse. "Feel free to go in at any time to wash up or use the phone."
Delilah thanked her before she left, continuing to stare with unease out at the landscape ahead of her. Summer was just beginning and yet there was a chill in the air that night that didn't make sense to her.
She flipped the radio on and turned the volume down low as she changed through the stations. A Tom Petty song she didn't like came on, followed by one that she did like from The Cure.
She changed it anyways.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the next channel that played an eery song she remembered hearing when she was young on Halloween.
"Jeepers, creepers, where'd 'ya get those peepers. Jeepers, creepers, where'd 'ya get those eyes."
She shut the radio off and slumped into the seat, closing her eyes. She had never liked that song, despite her grandparents playing it around Halloween when she was a child. There was something chilling about old songs like that. Delilah just felt. . . unsettled, to say the least.
Delilah stepped outside of her car to stretch her legs the second she woke up the next morning. She was kind to the waitress who had continued to help her, before putting gas in her tank and starting up the engine. Her car sputtered, which made her heart drop, before it went back to normal.
Delilah didn't know what she'd do if her luck got any worse.
And worse, unfortunately, it would get.
The drive should have been fine. There was no one on the road besides two cars she'd seen within the span of fifteen minutes.
A girl stood alone by her car, wearing a bright red tank top and a pair of dirtied jeans. Nearby crows shocked Delilah, crowded around the area and making her squeamish. Delilah slowed her car down when the girl recognized that she didn't seem to be a threat. Better yet, that they both looked to be college aged.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing here alone? Do you have any idea what kind of creeps are around here?' Delilah asked the girl nervously. The other girl brushed her long hair out of her face, fingers shaking.
