The woods were dark and the sky was tinted with a sinister shade of blackened purple. That color purple, incidentally, was the result of massive LSD dosage. The big comfortable couch cushion seats of the Oldsmobile held two sprawling figures, each in a chemically induced madness.

“Man, it’s dark.” she said from the backseat. A low, barely inaudible CD looped endlessly on the same song.

“Yeah.” he said, wondering if he could remember how to turn the heater on.

“Anything could be out in those woods, you know? Anything…” she trailed off, peeking out of the closed windows.

“Yeah.” he said, suddenly imagining the wide variety of critters and insects that roamed those darkened woods.

“What if,” she said quietly while peeking over the bench seat, “there’s a killer out there with a chainsaw or something.”

“We’ll run.” he said flatly, imagining such a killer.

“What if he doesn’t have anything better to do than chase us?” she asked in a fear streaked voice.

They fled the woods in spine tingling terror.