Jenny throws the car into drive and hits the gas. The wheels spin in place for a second, then the car charges forward and smashes into the door, crumpling the hood and throwing Jenny against the wheel.

She blinks and pants for breath, dazed from the jolt. She presses her foot on the gas pedal, but the car is caught on the door. Smoke starts to rise from the spinning tires, and her neighbors are closing in on the front of the car, reaching and smearing her window with blood.

She changes gear into reverse and backs up. A hand grabs the handle of her door and yanks. Tom's face is on the other side of the window. She screams at the sight of him, but the door doesn't budge, locked. She hits the gas and charges forward again, several bodies bouncing off the metal of the car as she blows through the crowding ghouls, bounces over the bottom rail of the doorframe, and she turns the wheel to speed down the street.

She doesn't stop, not after she passes the city limit sign, and not when the army trucks and ambulances drive by her going the other way.

The authorities shoot down ghouls for a week and the whole area is quarantined. All in all, over two thousand people die in the event, but Jenny isn't one of them. She hears that a Satanic book outlining spells requiring human sacrifice, including one to raise the dead, was found in one of her neighbor's houses, and she knows in her gut that it was Crazy Tom's house.

She sells her home to get away from the neighborhood and nightmares. When she moves her bed out of the room, she finds a pentagram on the floor, drawn in chalk.

She lives the rest of her life paranoid and is never really the same again.