Your car coughs and jerks to a halt just outside of a poorly lit fuel station. Are your eyes deceiving you as you peer out through the rain battered windshield? Shadows dance in the glow of each strike of lightning as figures appear to watch you from a distance. No-one knows you are here, yet the payphone rings only for you. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. You dare not step outside into the storm.

And then, a cold breathe on the back of your neck...