The car creaked and sputtered as you drove down the dim road. You glance out the window, trees surrounding you, sinister branches reaching out, pale moonlight illuminating the gravel road. You look into your rear-view mirror, for no specific reason, to see a flash of movement.
"It's just a deer." You assure yourself calmly, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Your car gives another low groan, the engine growling in defeat. With a sigh, you stop the car and get out.
You lift the hood of your engine, peering into the pipes and tubes. You pull out the battery with a puff of fustration. "Dead."
