Casey Snow (honorasatully) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-10-31 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !halloween, !plot week, casey snow |
Who: Casey Snow
What: There's baby paraphernalia in the road.
Where: Devon. Somewhere. She thinks she’s lost now.
When: Saturday night, October 31st, 2015
Warnings: Creepy stuff, a bit of blood. Nothing too gorey. Implied character death/kidnapping/something like that.
The drive down had been awful so far. Why she had agreed to come to this party in the first place was a little bit beyond her. Not only was her sat-nav rubbish at directing her, the directions she had been given seemed to make entirely no sense. But here she was, driving down a lane, barely wide enough to fit her car, terrified she’d be blinded soon by headlights coming towards her. That was the worst part about places like this, it was so stressful trying to keep track of where the last passing place was and worry about locals who would likely be driving around at 60mph despite the blind corners.
Nervously she drove over a small stone bridge, checking either side to make sure she wasn’t about to hit the walls, made note of the wide area to pass another car (just in case) then the road took a sharp left turn up a steep hill. In the dark and slightly foggy surroundings, the trees on either side that leaned in close looked incredibly creepy. A light shone over the top of the hill briefly and Casey had the sinking feeling she was going to have to reverse the whole way back down to let a car past so she slowed, but no vehicle appeared. Instead, haloed in the presumed headlights, a small covered pram coasted over the top of the hill and started rattling down the road towards her car. Casey shrieked and slammed on the brakes, wrenching her handbrake on too. She hit her hazards for good measure. It didn’t stop the pram smacking straight into the front of her car and tipping over.
Without much of a second thought she threw open her car door and ran around to the front to check what had happened. The first thing she noticed in the glare of her own headlights was that there seemed to be blood splattered across the covering. Without noticing she had thrown a hand across her mouth in horror as she approached it, scared that somehow she was going to be involved in the injury or death of an infant. As she actually peered inside the hood however, it became apparent that there was nothing inside it. Confused, she got down on her knees, pulling her phone from a coat pocket and turning on the torch, shining the light under her car just in case. Nothing.
She did catch a shadow moving near the front tyre just as she heard the crunch of loose stones on the road. But she wasn’t fast enough to turn and see what it was before something heavy hit into the back of her head...