The car comes to a halt as it's caught in a bunch of bushes on the side of the road about twenty feet down from the asphalt. You relax your eyelids, opening them and turning around. You exhale your breath, feeling your heart going a million miles a minute as you see the bushes cushioned you from hitting the forest wall behind them.
You freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do.
Thankfully, the airbags didn't deploy. First, you need to try and get the car back on the road. The engine's still on- you turn your wheels back to the road and step on the gas, feeling the car stay still as the wheels spin in the mud.
You mumble a bad word before opening your car door to half-step out and look at the wheel. It's buried itself in the squishy mud.
Closing the door next to you, you reach down to grab your cell phone from your purse and dial Waylon's cell. A beeping noise interrupts your call. You look down at your screen- No Service.
Then, you remember that you should be able to dial 9-1-1 from anywhere, even if you have no service.
"9-1-1, what's the address of your emergency?" A dispatcher answers.
"Hi, I just left the Queets docks and I'm on the main road, about two miles north of the docks. I just got into an accident- er, not really an accident, I just spun off the road and I can't get myself out of the mud."
"I'll send out an officer. Are there any injuries?"
"Besides my ego, no." You answer.
You can hear her typing in the background. "And what kind of car are you in?"
"It's a red Toyota 4-door."
"Got it. They'll be out there shortly. If anything changes, call us back."
"Thank you." You hang up.
You try to relax and breathe through the adrenaline rush, still in shock at what just happened. You sit back in your seat and turn the radio up a bit. Being out here as it gets darker worries you, but you try to remember that help will be out soon. A few minutes pass, and you remember you have flares in your trunk. It might be a good idea to light some and put them on the side of the road so people know there's a hazard.
You open your car door and step into the squishy mud, closing it behind you before approaching the trunk and popping it to remove the flares. You walk down the road to where you spun out, leaving the car running behind you as you approach your skid marks. You track them back to a large, dark patch of thick ice.
Damn. You think to yourself, realizing you should have been more careful. You remember someone had warned you about this a while ago. You strike one of the flares and gently set it down just before the ice, spacing them out and leading up to where you veered off of the road.
Just as you're setting the last flare down, something runs between you and your car, causing the headlights to flash as it passes by. You whip around in shock, gripping a flare in your hand.
"Hello?" You ask aloud, frozen in place, not seeing anything.
You strike the last flare, holding it up to light the space around you in the dark. It sparkles as you raise it, taking a few steps closer to your car.
As you step closer, your stomach drops in horror as you realize the driver's side door is open.
Didn't you close it?
The hairs on your arms stand up as you look around. It feels like someone's watching you.
"Is someone there?" You ask aloud. Isn't this how every horror movie starts?
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