It

We were driving home late at night. I stopped to get gas. When I got back in the car, it was there. It was just sitting in the back seat. I saw it through the front mirror.

I didn't know what else to do, so I kept driving. I haven't spoken since we left the gas station. I don't dare to look and see if it's still there.

I wonder if Jason saw it too. He hasn't spoken either. He sits now, hunched over his phone, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He hits one last key and stops.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I nearly swerve off the road. I silence it and wait. Nothing happens. Maybe it was my imagination after all. I check my phone to see who texted me. It's Jason.

"Do you see it too?"