supernaturaleast
I learned the supernatural rules for surviving the haunted highways of Xinjiang's "No Man's Land" from my veteran mentor. He taught me about Ghost Walls that save your life and Forked-Road Ghosts that lead you to your doom.
But his most terrifying lesson came one night in a freak desert fog. We encountered a phantom Jeep driving silently with its lights off. Before I could approach it, my mentor stopped me, his voice tight with dread. "Look at the back of their vehicle," he commanded.
What was crouched there, staring back with intelligent red eyes. It was a chilling revelation that leads to one final, terrifying question: Are you sure everyone on these crowded streets is human?