With this line the journal ends, several blank pages remaining. You look up from the dimming pool of your flashlight into the shadows of the cobwebbed attic. Outside, in purer midnight darkness, the wind howls, obscuring the luscious purr of the Jeep that has been circling the abandoned house ever since it trapped you here.
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in reply to @lutz's post:
I was gonna say Maximum Overdrive 🤣
King really loves his sentient vehicles...