Across wide expanse of blacktop
Bridged by time, mechanics, and fuel
Thunderous tires rumble non stop
Car driven by hideous ghoul

The vehicle offers a ride
To a creepy wandering soul
The voyage resumes once inside
Without destination or goal

Far from a radio station
Time is passed with frightening tales
One for each state of the nation
As they speed through numerous trails

The convertible haunts the road
The horrific passengers ride
With tales that frighten and forebode
Sanity falls by the wayside

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