In the cold morning air, the clouds shed a grey pall of clouds over the parking lot. As the students came rolling in, cars filling their respective spots and pedestrians scampering across the sidewalks, an unsettling chill seemed to linger.
One student, without a reserved parking space, swerved their car into a corner spot unsuspectingly. They knew that it was wrong and that their plate would be reported, but they could never know the petrifying fate that awaited them.
Reaching for the seatbelt buckle, their head pivoted over their shoulder in preparation to grab their belongings and exit the vehicle. That was, until they heard an unsettling scraping from their window…