Reginald was silently driving the blue Trans-Am, stirring the wheel as they drove on the road. It was night, and the winds blew silently. There was nothing but the radio playing silently.

Henry was in the passenger seat, holding onto the handle. Victor and Hockstetter were in the backseat.

The ride was silent, as the Bowers Gang appeared tired and exhausted. But of course, they decided to go to Reginald’s house for the night to watch a marathon of the new horror movies that came out in Blockbuster’s.

”Ughh..”

Reginald groaned softly, holding onto the wheel. Just a few more minutes, and they’ll be back in the neighborhood..