IWT5- The Sneeze
"Of course not!" Rod replied, emphatically. "I don't know what that thing is, but it is definitely not Jacob. Did you notice his eyes?"
"Or how he suddenly became so much more tan and muscular?" Rod raised an eyebrow at her. "Hey, I'm a girl, y'know," she replied, glaring at him. "I notice these things."
"Well, whatever. We've got to figure out how to save him from...ahhh!" Rod screamed in pain as the whole car shook. "What the hell was that?"
"Look behind us!" Anna shrieked. A black, snakelike phantasm was following behind the car. Everytime the figure darted forward, the car pulsed with an infernal energy.
"Hold on!" screamed Rod, turning suddenly into a residential neighborhood. But no matter how what Rod did, the phantasm seemed to follow right behind. "Here, call for help," he said, throwing his phone into her lap.
"And just who am I supposed to be calling!" she shrieked, turning on the air conditioning in the hopes that it would counter the heat of the wraith. She flipped the phone open, but the shock of the next strike caused her to fling it from her hands. "We can't keep going," she screamed, tearing up.
"Hold on!" he yelled, his hands burnt, but still managing a grip on the steering wheel. Finding a circle street, he veered into the dead end, slammed on his breaks, and skidded. Throwing the car into park, Rod turned off the engine, opened his door, and rolled out onto the street. Regaining his balance quickly, he flung himself around to discover...
Nothing. The wraith had disappeared.
« Go Back "Or how he suddenly became so much more tan and muscular?" Rod raised an eyebrow at her. "Hey, I'm a girl, y'know," she replied, glaring at him. "I notice these things."
"Well, whatever. We've got to figure out how to save him from...ahhh!" Rod screamed in pain as the whole car shook. "What the hell was that?"
"Look behind us!" Anna shrieked. A black, snakelike phantasm was following behind the car. Everytime the figure darted forward, the car pulsed with an infernal energy.
"Hold on!" screamed Rod, turning suddenly into a residential neighborhood. But no matter how what Rod did, the phantasm seemed to follow right behind. "Here, call for help," he said, throwing his phone into her lap.
"And just who am I supposed to be calling!" she shrieked, turning on the air conditioning in the hopes that it would counter the heat of the wraith. She flipped the phone open, but the shock of the next strike caused her to fling it from her hands. "We can't keep going," she screamed, tearing up.
"Hold on!" he yelled, his hands burnt, but still managing a grip on the steering wheel. Finding a circle street, he veered into the dead end, slammed on his breaks, and skidded. Throwing the car into park, Rod turned off the engine, opened his door, and rolled out onto the street. Regaining his balance quickly, he flung himself around to discover...
Nothing. The wraith had disappeared.