Someone in the Back

Sara: Dad

Dad: Sara what do you want? Why are you texting me?

Sara: Trust me... don't turn around

Dad: What do you mean?

Dad: But why are you texting me? You're outside the car loading bags into the trunk, right?

Sara: Yes, I'm at the trunk

Sara: But I don't want you to panic

Sara: about what I'm about to tell you

Dad: What's wrong?

Sara: Don't look back, no matter what you do, don't look behind you

Sara: Trust me

Dad: Okay sweetie, tell me what's happening

Sara: There's someone sitting in the back seat

Dad: Someone???

Sara: Yes... I can't see them well... but from the hair, it looks like a woman...

Sara: From what little I can see, it doesn't look good, something's off about it

Dad: What's it doing?

Sara: That's the weird part... it's not doing anything

Sara: It's just sitting still, looking straight ahead

Sara: Just keep acting normal

Sara: I'll call out to you to help me... and then calmly get out of the car

Dad: Okay honey

Sara: But whatever you do, don't look back

Sara: Ready?

Dad: Ready