I was drifting off to sleep when suddenly, I opened my eyes and sat up straight. Collin was a bit startled, “you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked, a little concerned.

“Stop the truck,” I whispered.

“What? Why?”

“Just stop the truck. Something’s weird. I feel weird.”

He stepped on the brakes and we slowly stopped. He shifted the gear to park and lifted the handbrake, then I took off my seatbelt and went outside. I walked away from the truck, listening to that weird whooshing sound that I seemed to be hearing since we left Somerset. I was slowly looking around and above, Collin got out and so did the...