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A fearless hot-rod who ever left the track melting in the golden years of racing. Stunning in presence, wicked behind the wheel, Spirit Racer immortalized herself for putting the pedal to the metal every race. Speed gauges cower to her as she drifts past fellow competitors at speeds quarter power of a fighter jet. Laser-focused eyes with hellish determination to rev right for the trophy.
However strategic she may have been at gauge-breaking speeds, she has racked up numerous lucky brushes away from death. One such occurrence was at the Black Jack Piston Cup in Las Vegas, from its sharp edge turns and slow rotating larger-than-life roulette wheel section, even a speed demon like Spirit Racer wasn’t immune to eventual dizziness. She side-impaled part of her car into one of the sharp corners thinking she was much further from colliding with it. However such luck from fatal accidents would come to an end, at the Havoc Horror Racing Series.
H.H.R.S. is an annual promotional race set right in an untouched gravel and mountainside area of Transylvania, Romania. Naturally, the road would be especially unstable with various sized rocks in the track, non-barrier hill paths, and one perilous drift turn into a towering 200-foot cave with a 14-meter entrance to an unlit track. Much of the reasoning for leaving such a track path untampered with was to promote the spirit of Halloween, to bring the terror in the nail-biting thrill ride all four laps.
Like any other race, Spirit Racer pushed past the boundaries of safety measures breaking through openings her racing-mates were careless to give. People witnessing this on a titantron in their swap-green painted benches roared for Spirit Racer who trail blazed the perilous road like butter. It was only on lap one as she made her approach towards the looming cave. With her gauge pushing past 200, Spirit Racer’s best bet was to break and drift among a winded unprotected curvy mountain trail climbing up till it reached the peak where an open path towards the cave would be. She had performed such a technique, onlookers back at the start told reporters she drifted so sharply the back of her tires were getting worn out and smoked profoundly. The last that anyone saw of this risk-taking daredevil was the back of her wheels burst into flames as her car screeched into the cave at unimaginably dangerous speeds before dead silence.
The Halloween Havoc Racing Series was forcibly halted following what everyone saw of the titantron. As fellow racers and ER made a more careful journey towards the site, they were greeted by two scorched soot tracks still in flames, however, the journey into said cave would baffle everyone to this day. Upon light hitting the insides of this cave, nothing was there. As soon as Spirit Racer’s car had trailed about 25 feet shy of the entrance the trail had abruptly cut there. No continuing tire tracks, no car parts or discovery of a body, as if completely wiped from reality.
Investigators would lead to no conclusions as no one chose to press further in the phenomenon. Or rather, not one soul had one bone in their body to investigate the site further, freezing the case dead in its tracks. Backlash ensued on the case’s handling, Spirit Racer’s own family condemning higher-ups in the racing industry for attempting to “resolve” and brush the situation six feet under. However, try as they may, Spirit Racer was anything but gone.
H.H.R.S. has forever lived in infamy as one of the most disrespectful, crude, haunted tracks to still be held annually. Despite the baggage that this track carries, race organizers pursue to keep the race open “in the name of the great Spirit Racer” as they claim in press meetings. These decisions lead a path towards what would only be known as “the race”. In the 20 years after the incident occurred, 42 bodies of unsuspecting racers would vanish within “the race”. Those who completed all four laps go on to say in interviews that the victims all drove off-course in perpetuating fear, never returning once provoked. As another Halloween approaches, 20 riders would rev hesitatingly at the starting line, looking to one another thinking who will be the next in “the race”.