[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

Her hands were cold and stiff, like the meat in the cooler at the supermarket. This was unsurprising because it was winter; we had been trapped in the car for far too long and she had been dead for some time now. It seemed to be warming up a bit now and I could feel the warmth seeping back into my hands. As I lay back in my reclined seat enjoying the small bit of warmth I heard a subtle movement and felt her grab my hand. I suddenly opened my eyes and turning toward her saw her with her now pale blue skin, grinning at me, and all I could hear now was the sound of my scream.
