"Honey," screamed Monica Barton as she grabbed her husband's right shoulder.
"Stop the car! What the hell is that we just passed crawling along the side of the road?"
THE MOON BABY (1)
Highway 95, just three miles north of Potomac Mills Mall, was blanketed by thick fog tonight.
The usually high traffic stretch of highway between Dumfries and the beltway is eerily quiet.
Something small and naked... a small toddler on hands and knees... appears from the primordial mist.
It crawls over gravel, glass and blacktop, unharmed ... toward a demonic rendezvous with DC!