Jeepers Creepers

College siblings Trish and Darry Jenner are driving home through rural Florida on spring break, bickering on a long, empty highway, when a rust-eaten truck with the plate BEATNGU runs them off the road and speeds away. Miles later, passing a decrepit roadside church, they spot the same truck — and a tall, coated figure dumping what appears to be a wrapped human body down a wide pipe in the ground. The figure turns and stares as they pass. Against all better judgment, they go back to check whether someone might still be alive.

Darry leans over the pipe, startles at rats, and falls in. At the bottom he lands on something soft. As his eyes adjust, the walls and ceiling come into focus: human bodies, dozens of them, stitched together into grotesque mosaics and sewn into the architecture like a cathedral of preserved flesh. Bodies spanning different eras make clear this has been going on for a very long time. Trish hauls Darry back up and they flee — and as they glance back, the church begins to smoke, burning to the ground and destroying every shred of physical evidence.

They stop at a roadside diner to call the police. While they're there, the phone rings for Trish: a woman claiming to have had visions warns them they'll soon encounter a woman surrounded by cats, and that the old song "Jeepers Creepers" will be playing while one of them screams in the dark. It sounds unhinged. Then the waitress mentions that while they were on the phone, the truck driver showed up outside, broke into their car, and spent a long moment sniffing their laundry. Two officers arrive and agree to escort them out — but a radio call confirms the church is already ash and all evidence is gone. The truck appears again on the dark highway.

The creature rams the squad car. The officers step out. From the shadows something drops onto the roof — not a man, not quite. Through the rear window, Trish and Darry watch it punch an arm through one cop's torso and bite the head off the other, lifting the skull to sniff it with the unhurried assessment of a predator deciding which parts it wants. They slide into the driver's seat and floor it. In the rearview, the creature stands over the bodies and feeds.

They reach a farmhouse surrounded by dozens of cats — exactly as foretold. The elderly owner goes out with a shotgun to confront the trespasser. She screams. The Creeper throws off its coat and hat and steps into the light: monstrous face, prehistoric build, and when Trish tries to run it down, an enormous bat-like wing erupts from its back and flips the car. She reverses over it repeatedly, back and forth, until it lies still. Then the wing twitches. They run.