saltyfeathers:

haunted aesthetics series  ⇢ backroads 

the trees all look the same. the broken line between
you and an empty lane seems endless. you swear you keep seeing a white
figure out of the corner of your eye, but every time you check your rear view
mirror it’s gone.

the leather upholstery behind you creaks, and you realize
you’ve been so focused on the trees on either side of the road that you have
yet to glance in your backseat.