Her ears were ringing so loud she almost didn't notice the foul odor creeping up from the back seat. Before she could completely conceive of what she was smelling she began to retch so hard she didn't notice her car veering over the yellow line. Both hands had left the wheel and were grasping blindly for the window crank. Deloris lowered the window sticking her face out in desperation. The cool night air blew in cleansing away the stench and bringing Deloris back to her senses. She had only a second to mentally curse her old buick and it's ancient turn style windows when she realized her hands were no longer steering the car. She froze in realization that the road still moved steadily underneath her car. As she slowly pulled her head back in the window she felt something warm brush the back of her neck. Deloris flinched, quickly turning around. What she saw incited a panic in her that left her paralyzed, putting together the moment's events. One long, thick, fur covered arm was reaching from the back seat. The arm,clearly attached to the source of the stench, was resting lightly over her shoulder. She followed the huge appendage with her eyes all the way to its end, where a proportionately gigantic hair covered hand grasped the steering wheel, directing the car. Deloris's eyes followed the arm back to its source. The fear she'd felt a moment ago was nothing compared to the new definition of terror that replaced it.
"Sa..sasasa..s..sas...." Deloris stuttered.
"Drive the car, Deloris."
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