Travis's once demon-possessed car purred to life. The sound made me smile. He must've thought I was smiling at him as he drove away because he grinned and waved.

I didn't wave back. He didn't need the encouragement. Besides, my hands were still clamped around my phone. The button taped to my skin dug into my sweaty palm.

The hearses continued sitting there idling. Were they watching me? Waiting for me to make a move? Launch into a hoedown in the parking lot?

Nah, it ...