Imagine a dark, narrow road lined with gnarled trees, their twisted branches rea

Imagine a dark, narrow road lined with gnarled trees, their twisted branches reaching out like claws. The night is foggy, with only the car's headlights piercing through the thick mist. Inside the car, a terrified driver grips the steering wheel, glancing back at the rearview mirror. In the back seat sits a horrible ghost—a pale, emaciated figure with hollow, sunken eyes that glow faintly. Its skin is ashen, stretched tight over sharp bones, and its mouth is a black, gaping void. The ghost's tat