with my heart beating out of my chest irregularly, i clasp my hands over my mouth to try to keep quiet.
this couldn't possibly be what everyone has always talked about.
whistling.
quick footsteps.
as the hurried sound of shoes coming in contact with the concrete ground get louder and louder, i feel more anxious.
i remove my hands from over my quivering lips and wave them around for the wheel and once my palms hit the hard surface of the circular object, i press down on the gas pedal in an attempt to escape but fail.
my car stays glued to the ground.
"welcome to the freak show"
a deep and husky voice happily shouts, followed by a sinister laughter that echoes through the closed walls of the tunnel.
