David drove home late from work, the road empty and fog thick. At a red light, he glanced at the rearview mirror. A pale woman sat in the back seat, her hair dripping wet. He spun around—empty. The light turned green. Shaking, he drove faster. The mirror showed her again, this time closer, whispering words he couldn’t understand. He pulled over and leapt out of the car. Empty seats. Trembling, he returned to the driver’s seat. The engine wouldn’t start. A cold hand rested on his neck. The whisper turned clear: Drive me home.