She wasn't scared of what was hiding in the dark. Her skeleton glew in the dark, her bones a limegreen color throbbing with heat as she had spent the day in the sun. Outside, Jim, with his straw hat in the passenger seat kept the radio tuned in on static as it was past 3 AM. His lips vibrating with the hum of the car. His eyes wide, his head laid back over the headrest, craning his neck at an odd angle. His neck appeared broken, his arms seemed small pushed up against his chest. Her glasses fogged up and her bangs parted ways across her face as she stepped back into the dark. To hide her face, to hide her jackolantern smile.