Rain slammed against Lena's windshield so hard it sounded like stones.
The road ahead blurred into silver lines.
Her phone buzzed again on the passenger seat.
Unknown Number.
She ignored it.
Buzz.
Again.
With a sigh, she grabbed it at a red light.
DO NOT CROSS THE BRIDGE.
Lena frowned.
"What?"
The message disappeared.
Another arrived.
TURN BACK. NOW.
A strange chill crawled up her arms.
The light turned green.
Cars behind her honked.
"Relax," she muttered to herself. "Probably a prank."
The bridge appeared through the storm.
Long.
Dark.
Empty.
Her phone buzzed again.
YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE.
Before she could react—
Headlights exploded in front of her.
A truck.
Sliding.
Out of control.
Lena screamed and turned the wheel.
Metal crashed.
Glass shattered.
The guardrail snapped like paper.
Her car plunged into the river below.
Cold water swallowed everything.
Her last thought was simple.
This is how I die.
Then everything went black.