Sam slammed the brakes, swerved onto the narrow emergency shoulder, and threw open the driver's side door. He stumbled out into the rain, gasping, and walked ten paces forward before he remembered the last instruction: Do not look back.
Sam laughed nervously. It was clearly a creepypasta. Some bored person trying to scare night drivers. He taped a trash bag over the shattered window, got back on the highway, and decided to ignore all three rules.
Below it, a new comment had been posted, timestamped 11:27 PM—three minutes after Sam got out. can i drive with a broken rear window
The first few answers were boring. “Not recommended.” “Check state laws.” “Use plastic and tape.” But then he saw a thread with a weirdly high number of replies: “Yes, but only if you follow the three rules.”
Sam snapped his eyes forward. His hands were shaking. Just stress. Just the dark. Just a broken window playing tricks. Sam slammed the brakes, swerved onto the narrow
The rock had come out of nowhere—a stray piece of asphalt kicked up by a semi—and punched a spiderweb crater through his rear windshield. One second he was listening to a podcast about urban legends; the next, the back of his car exploded into a constellation of cracked glass and icy wind.
“Yes. But you can’t drive without one.” It was clearly a creepypasta
“Can I drive with a broken rear window?”