The Weight Above

I was driving alone late one October night when my tire blew out on a pitch-black backroad.

I had no signal, and the car was dead silent—just the sound of my own panic.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the dark, I heard a knock. It came from the

roof of my sedan. Thump. My blood went cold. I told myself it was debris,

but then the movement started. It was slow, heavy, and deliberate,

crawling from the back of the car toward the front. With every two-second pause,

a slow, deep Thump... pressed down, shifting the entire car body.

I pressed myself against the door, too terrified to move or look up. The knocking stopped