Chapter 23
The phone rang, and Danny picked it up, seeing Tucker's name flash on the screen.
"What's up, bro?" Danny asked casually, though the urgency in Tucker's voice immediately put him on edge.
"I think I just saw a ghost," Tucker said quickly. "The ring was shining for a bit and then stopped. I swear it was a car. What do you think?"
Danny sat upright, remembering Naruto's advice. "Some ghosts aren't straightforward with their actions, Tucker. They can take their time, planning their moves carefully. Don't think of them like the ghosts in movies—they've had centuries to hone their craft. Where exactly did you see this car?"
Tucker relayed the location, and Danny felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn't the first time he'd heard about malevolent ghosts tied to vehicles.
Elsewhere, on a quiet stretch of road, a modest Camry cruised along at a steady pace. The driver, a middle-aged man with a kind smile, hummed along to the music playing on the radio. His passenger, a hitchhiker with a worn backpack, relaxed in the backseat, tapping his fingers to the beat.
The song flowed smoothly:
"Make me into your fantasy
But this is a horror show..."
The hitchhiker leaned back, letting the music lull him into a state of calm. But just as his eyes fluttered closed, he heard faint whispers in his ear.
"Run... run..."