Nate took the chance to dash and get inside the car. "Drive!"
Fuck.
"I can't!" Keira refused, eyes wide in panic. "You know I can't drive!"
Double fuck.
"Just step on the gas pedal," Nate breathed heavily, sweating bullets.
"I don't even know which is the gas pedal!"
Oh, God–
"The right one!"
She frantically stepped on it, sending the car to lurch forward without warning. Keira held on to the steering wheel for dear life.
If they weren't dead because of the ghosts, they'd be dead because she crashed the car against a tree or something.
"Ggrrrrhh!"
The woman ghost clad in bloody white clothes had a ripped mouth and intestines as a necklace suddenly appeared in front of the car.
She got one of her knives back, raising it in the air and–
Keira slammed her foot on the gas, speeding through the woman ghost – except!
