Jeepers Creepers !!exclusive!! -

It reached for Jamie. Riley lunged, driving the broken bottle into its shoulder. Black ichor sprayed. The creature didn’t scream. It laughed—a high, wet, wheezing laugh.

Riley grabbed Jamie and ran. They didn’t stop. They ran through the burning church, through the graveyard, past the corpse in the culvert, whose mouth had finally fallen silent. They reached the Impala. The keys were still in the ignition. Jeepers Creepers

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She turned the key. Nothing but a dry, death-rattle click. Jamie stirred, wiping drool from his chin. It reached for Jamie

A body. Or what was left of one. A man in a tattered postal worker’s uniform, his back arched at an unnatural angle. His eyes were gone—two wet, hollow sockets staring at the stars. And from his open mouth, the song continued, a recording stitched into his vocal cords. The creature didn’t scream

They pulled it open. The smell of mold and old coal rushed up. Riley went first, dropping into darkness. Jamie followed. Above, the door exploded inward.

With her last breath, she grabbed the broken bottle from the floor, still wet with the creature’s own blood, and jammed it into the knothole above—the same eyehole it had used to find them. The creature howled, not in pain, but in shock. Its grip loosened.