Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there.

"The ride's over," someone said. "End of the ride."

For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that there was silence. Complete, uncanny silence, more frightening than the most threatening noise or violence could have been. Night silence. A silence that had death in it. ("The Number's Up")

Auteur: Cornell Woolrich