[ WP ] You wake up in your car , you have your seat belt on , and a phone in your lap . There 's someone on the line , and they 're screaming at the top of their lungs to get your attention . You answer them , and as soon as you do , they tell you to hit the gas and get away as soon as possible .

“ WAKE THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW! ” 
 
 My head shoot upwards at the sound of the woman screaming at me from the phone on my lap. *What the hell? * I look around and find myself sitting in my car, seatbelt on, and keys in the ignition. It ’ s nighttime. 
 
 “ FUCKING RESPOND! ARE YOU AWAKE? ” 
 
 “ Ye-yeah, I ’ m here- “ I manage to mumble before I am rudely interrupted. 
 
 “ DRIVE. START THE FUCKING CAR AND DRIVE, ” she screams at me. 
 
 I obey and start driving down the road. I realize I am in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and that it ’ s pitch black outside. “ Could you please tell me what ’ s happening right now? ” I politely ask the woman, hoping she would calm down ( calming me down in the process ) and provide a logical explanation as to where I am, who she is, and why the fuck I am driving in the middle of the night to who knows where. 
 
 “ You don ’ t know me, ” she starts, in a much milder tone ( thank goodness ). 
 
 “ But you know me, ” I reply. Silence. “ Listen, lady. I ’ m not in the mood for your spooky, mysterious bullshit right now. Tell me what ’ s going on. ” I ’ ve been driving for some minutes now and surprise surprise, I ’ m still as clueless as when I first woke up. 
 
 “ You just need to drive. Trust me, ” she says, wavering in the end. Is that fear I hear? 
 
 “ Lady, tell me where I am, at leas- “ I impatiently say, before I notice a constant, regular *booming* behind me. I look in the rear-view mirror but nothing can be seen in the moonless darkness of the night. “ What is that, ” I whisper, not daring to speak over the booming noise. 
 
 “ I ’ m so sorry- “ the woman whimpers, starting to sob. What is happening?! “ I ’ m so, so sorry, ” she says again. 
 
 “ Sorry for what? ” I inquire. * Do I want to know? Am I dreaming right now? * 
 
 “ Forgive me, please forgive me. It ’ s too late… Oh dear God, I ’ m sorry- “ she continues in her nonsensical cries. 
 
 “ SORRY FOR WHAT!? ” I scream into the phone, desperately looking around the outside of the car. 
 
 The car starts to lift from the ground – yes, lift, like levitate off the surface of the planet – and that ’ s when I see it. I stare in utter disbelief for a moment before I am brought back to reality by the woman ’ s increasing sobs on the phone. “ I ’ m sorry. I had to. I had to protect myself and this buys me time to get away for a little bit, ” she wails, but I barely process what she ’ s saying. 
 
 The giant gnome peels the roof off of the car like a sticker, plucks me out from the car, brings me to his horrible gnomish mouth, and bites off the bottom half of my body. It grins its impossibly wide, gnomish, evil grin, licking at his blood-covered teeth and lips before he throws the rest of my body into his mouth. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry, ” I hear the woman cry before the gnome crushes me between his teeth. 

