Gaven's mystery

Chapter Thirteen

It seemed like the whole town turned out for all of the events. You could smell the cotton candy and funnel cakes in air. The lights were so colorful as the evening approached. Andy and I rode several rides after we had our picnic at the not so busy spot. We walked hand in hand, then we ran into Mrs. Carla. (AKA the beautician) She was talking up a storm to Andy when I so politely excused myself, I wanted to go into the house of mirrors. As I started in the crowd seemed to leave, their were several passage's to go through some mirrors made you tall and some made you short. I was laughing at myself when I realized I was all alone in their, but I felt someone was watching me.

I wonder on around then I saw him. The man with the green truck, he was here with me. I started trying to figure my way out as he grabbed my arm.

"Where is it?!" He kept yelling all I could say is I don't know what you're talking about.

"The tape!"

"What tape?"

I was fighting for him to let go of my arm, and swung with my fist. I lost my balance and fell back on one whole row of mirrors came down, all I could hear was glass shattering all around me, then I must have blacked out. 

I awoke with Andy holding me trying to get me to respond, I was cut, but not bad. I had a bad bruise on my arm where he had held my arm so tightly, and of course he was no where to be found. 

Andy insisted I go to the hospital to be checked out, but I refused saying I was okay, but in reality my nerves were shot.The carnival workers shut the mirror house down and I kept apologizing they said it's not your fault and assured me everything would be okay.

The police were called and reports were filled out, by that time it was really dark and almost time for the firework show. I was determine for Andy and I not to miss it.