Treacherous

Midnight, Pacific Coast Highway. You’re driving home alone at night and your battery’s dying. Your headlights have dimmed and you can barely see the road or the signpost up ahead. But there’s an eerie green light glimmering in your rear view mirror and that strange warning uttered by the pump attendant at the Devil’s Elbow gas station has put the frighteners on you.

Is that Satan’s face glowering at you through the mist, or something far worse?