"The driver's eyes flickered to the rear-view mirror every couple of seconds, sweat beading down his forehead as he gunned the accelerator. He had been driving for hours, but felt like he should never stop, he felt like he couldn't stop because if he did...he'd be dead. He wasn't sure what had gone wrong, either the ritual or the the old woman had double-crossed him, but honestly it didn't matter now...he was being hunted, chased, or CURSED...whatever you'd like to call it. Je squinted as he tried to regain his focus and put it on the dark stretch of road he was driving on, he could barely make out anything 10 feet in front of his headlights due to the night being so dark. He figured though, he must have put enough distance between him and the spirit by now, and he breathed in a small sigh and laid back against his seat. He then reached up and tilted the rear view mirror down a bit, and his blood ran cold. It was in the back seat."