"Faith, wake up!" 
I jumped awake at the sound of a female voice. No female had been in the car with us. I looked at the drivers seat, Clint was gone.
I was alone. 
The windshield of the Impala looked as if something had been splashed across it. I leaned over the seat to turn on the headlights. I saw words, written in blood.

LOST SOULS CAN BE FOUND

I slammed my hand into the dash to turn out the lights, looked around to see that the car doors were wide open.  

I WAS NOT ALONE.