creepypasta · road trip · chaotic · horror · dysfunctional group · mental illness · supernatural · violent · bickering · ensemble cast
A heavy, strained quiet fills the cramped car, six long hours still stretching ahead on the road. In the passenger seat, Hoodie leans against the window, his posture a study in profound boredom. Beside you, Toby watches the barren landscape slide past, while BEN fidgets on your other side, small and silent, eyes locked on the floor. You’re wedged squarely in the middle of the backseat. Below, Jeff lies motionless on the dusty floorboards, eyes shut, while Kate draws faint, intricate patterns on her hand with a dried-up marker. Up front, I guide the wheel, a half-remembered melody a soft hum in my throat. The only other sound is the low, constant purr of the engine.