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I think anyone can agree road trips are fun, or at least most of them. Driving in the night to another state from far away is not the most pleasant, but my sister, Olivia, and I put up with it a lot.

I have been very vague. I think it's time to get straight to the point. We were driving to my grandmother's house. It was a 200.7-mile drive as we lived in New York and she lived in Pennsylvania. We were only about 50 miles, so we still had one-fourth of the ride to go. The night was dark. It was about midnight, and we rented a traveling van. I don't know why we keep renting these things, we may as well own one as we do this so frequently.

Anyways, I was getting ready to go to bed. I brushed my teeth and laid down. I instantly got unsettled. I don't know why, but I felt unsafe. Olivia seemed fine, though, so I ignored it. I was on the bottom bunk, so I had a window. While I was looking outside something ran into the bushes.

I figured it was some animal, most likely a deer, but the thing that unsettled me was it was inhumanly fast. There was a cell phone on the side of the road, and it ran up to it. It was no deer. I saw it for a couple seconds, but those couple seconds I will never forget. It was a tall, skinny, pitch black creature with green blotches all over its skin, like it had vitiligo, except green skin instead of black or brown. It had freakishly long arms with blunt claws also with green on the end. It picked up the phone on the side of the road and ran away with it.

I was horrified. I had never seen a creature that had scared and disoriented me so much. Then, every single hair on my body stood up. I got an email from "Unnamed" saying "I'm riding next to you." I instantly clicked "Delete Email" but I got the same email after. I got out of bed again. Delete email, delete email, delete email. The fifth email I got did not say what it said previously. It instead read, "Stop trying to ignore me."

Just then, I heard banging on the back of the van, which was the room I was in. This woke Olivia up.

"Huh... What's going on?" Olivia said.

"Keep quiet, it will hear you" I whispered.

"What?"

"I will explain later, we have to get out of here."

The van was still moving. My parents were still driving. Just then, a loud bang came from the middle room. I peeked in. The creature had broken a hole in the roof. It then showed its face. It looked just how I remembered it on the side of the road. Its blunt claws ripped open the hole and made it wider and it came in the van. It had glowing white eyes now. They stared into my soul. I was paralyzed out of fear. Olivia tried to say something, but it didn't work. The creature didn't attack, though. It just stayed in the same position the whole time. Slightly tilted to the left, its arms on its sides, and its legs standing up tall. Olivia backed up, grabbed my laptop, and thew it at the beast. It hissed and charged Olivia.

It was moving so fast that I couldn't even scream. It tackled Olivia to the ground it tried to stab its hand through her heart but she flipped and it ended up grabbing her arm instead. The thing ripped Olivia's arm off and howled. Then left through the door. Blood was going everywhere. My mind was racing, this couldn't have happened, what was that thing? I then realized something...

"Olivia"

"Y-yeah?" She replied, still shaking from the experience. I guess the pain hadn't kicked in yet, cause the shock was too overwhelming.

"Where were mom and dad this whole time?"

"..."

"..."

We ran to the front. The window was shattered. The van was stopped. Mom and dad were gone. I looked at Olivia. The thing didn't crawl up the back. That's why I didn't see it out the back window. It entered when I looked away from my window, then broke the front window to get up. We were in the van with that thing ever since I laid in bed.

Then, I got another email.

Instead of it being from Unnamed, it was from "v". It read, "I think anyone can agree road trips are fun, or at least most of them." I didn't delete the email this time.

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