The black impala came rolling into town, the building's windows around it refelecting the beautifully restored car back upon itself. Music could be heard echoing from the bass as an old hair band's song rang true in the quiet afternoon.
It was another small college town, boys and girls walking up and down the sidewalks with their hoodies bright with their mascot. It was a cool autumn day, red and orange leaves flitted across the road and under the tires. It was just a normal Tuesday.
Except for those in the car. The two young men that sat inside the warmth of their impala knew today wasn't like most. That there was something wrong going on in this town. Something was not what most call normal.
Something that they called, supernatural.