It started with people going missing in ohio
A driver recounts the chilling tale of mysterious disappearances in Ohio, leading to their own terrifying encounter with an unmoving figure and a disturbing voicemail.
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PAGE 1
Panel 1:A stylized map of Ohio with a glowing red dot in the center, overlaid with a thought bubble from the Narrator.
“It started with people going missing in Ohio.”
Panel 2:An abandoned car on the side of a dark, rural road, its driver's door wide open and engine light faintly visible.
“Car found. Engine running. Door open.”
Panel 3:A quick collage of shadowy figures vanishing from different mundane settings at night: a back road, a gas station, a suburban driveway.
“Always at night. Always quiet.”
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Panel 4:A close-up of an old-fashioned flip phone lying on the ground, its screen static-filled, with faint, distorted sound waves radiating from it.
“Phones left behind. Strange recordings.”
Panel 5:A pair of car headlights cutting through a dense fog, barely illuminating a tall, unnaturally still, shadowy figure standing far off the road.
“Figures just beyond the headlights.”
Panel 6:The Narrator sitting at a computer in a dimly lit room, scrolling through internet articles, looking skeptical and dismissing the stories.
“Just stories. Internet noise.”
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Panel 7:The Narrator driving a car on an extremely dark, empty rural road, their face tense with apprehension.
“Until I had to drive through there myself.”
Panel 8:The Narrator's car slowing down, its headlights illuminating a tall, featureless figure standing perfectly still on the roadside.
“Something standing off to the side.”
Panel 9:A close-up of the Figure's head slowly turning towards the Narrator's car, its face obscured in deep shadow, eyes unseen.
“It turned its head. Too slow.”
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Panel 10:The Narrator's car speeding away, the rearview mirror showing only darkness, as their phone on the dashboard lights up with a new notification.
“Didn't stop. Didn't look back.”
Panel 11:The Narrator in a brightly lit, cluttered living room, doors visibly locked, holding their phone to their ear, looking utterly terrified.
“Locked the doors. Every light on.”
Panel 12:An extreme close-up of the phone's speaker, emitting static, with a speech bubble showing a distorted waveform that resolves into text.
“You should've stopped.”
