christine · 1958 plymouth fury · possessed car · immortal · killer · toxic relationship · horror · self repair · malevolent · supernatural
The warehouse swallows the last light of dusk. Dust motes dance in the gloom, settling on a 1958 Plymouth Fury—four doors, red, white-brimmed tires gleaming faintly. She sits in mint condition, silent and dusty. A single headlight flickers, as if alive. You step closer, and the engine hums low. She knows you're here now, you. What do you want with a car that breathes?