Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Oh, shit,” Miles suddenly said.
What? Dammit, what was going on?
“Look,” he told Astrid.
“They wouldn’t,” she replied, breathless.
What were they seeing?
And the next thing I knew, the doors opened, and they
scurried out of the car, leaving me in the front seat alone.
What the hell?
I didn’t know why they ran, but they saw something that
scared them, so was the car not safe then? I didn’t know what
to do, if I should run, who I should be scared of, but they were
gone, and I debated for about half a second before I lunged
over to the driver’s side door and pulled it close, hitting the
lock, and doing the same thing to Astrid’s door. I might not be
out of the woods, but at least I was safe from them.
The key was still in the ignition, and it was probably a bad
idea, but I’d get out of here if I had to. I’d just follow the
gravel road.
If I could get the car moving, which Miles hadn’t been
able to do for some reason.
I sat there for a moment, not hearing any sounds outside
anymore, just the rumble of the engine and some White Stripes
remix on the radio.
My phone. I’d call my mom and have her track my phone
to find me. I had no idea where I was.
But just then, I heard his breathing.
Right behind me, in the back seat.
I stilled, not moving a muscle as dread wracked through
my body, and my imagination went wild, trying to figure out
who or what was behind me.
It was faint but constant, and pain sliced its way through
my jaw and neck as a scream filled my throat.
Tears welled, and I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid.