the old car is in the woods.

Amidst a dense forest shrouded in mist, a silver Monza sits abandoned, its windows reflecting the eerie moonlight filtering through the trees. Shadows dance around the car, whispering secrets of a dark past. Vines and branches entwine the vehicle, as if nature itself is reclaiming it. The atmosphere is chilling, evoking a sense of dread and unease, as if the car holds a malevolent presence waiting to be unleashed.