She found a Sunoco station with its lights still on and pulled in, but it looked deserted. Against her better judgement she got out of the car and went inside to discover the only sign of life was a small, staticky radio set to a bluegrass station. Something seemed off; the hair stood up on the back of her neck, so she quickly got in her car and found her way back to the highway. The rattle started again, but this time it sounded closer. She glanced in the rear-view mirror to see a large, shirtless man smiling maniacally at her from the back seat while shaking a baby rattle.
“Going somewhere, Julie?”
aka, The Abject Muse 
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