There's this urban legend where I live, okay. So, here's how it goes. Apparently, there's his ghost, or demon or monster or whatever, that drives around in a black sedan. Whenever you're close to an unnatural death, you see him. When it's your time, you see him. He looks human, but incredibly scarred, and hurt or something. No one really knows because anyone who's seen him now dead. Anyway, after you see him, he disappears. Eighteen days later, the person you loved most while you were alive disappears. They turn up around a year and a half later, grossly scarred and burned and cut, some say he makes it look like himself. I don't know if it's true, but it may have been one of the reasons I'm leaving.