ghost infection

In the oppressive silence of the night, the car sits like a harbinger of doom, its battered exterior a testament to the horrors it has witnessed. The hood ornament, a grotesque mockery of elegance, seems to pulse with a faint, unholy light. The ghostly figures that hover nearby are not mere apparitions; they are the restless spirits bound to the vehicle, cursed to wander as long as the ‘ghost infection’ remains. This is no ordinary car—it is a gateway to a realm of spectral torment, a cursed artifact that drags its victims into a nightmarish existence. As you stand before it, you feel the weight of its gaze, a malevolent intelligence that hungers for your soul. The ‘ghost infection’ has found you, and there is no escape.