Disturbia An MB Love & Horror story *Starring You!*

Chapter 33~ Vertigo

His eyes slowly parted open and his body screamed out in pain. He felt as he had just been hit by an 18-wheeler in an accident. His eyes struggled to adjust to the blackness of the roof above him. Taking a strong breath out, he managed to lift himself up in the seat. Where the hell was he? He scratched his head and scanned his strange dark surroundings.

''My car?'', he thought to himself.

Everything was intact. Inside his messy old grey toyota was his messy dashboard, a dancing Hawaiian girl playing the ukulele charm hanging on the neck his mirror, and old columns and letters he wrote that didn't make it in the newspapers. He shook his head and stared out the windows to the streets. Nothing. The windows were cold and the thick for danced in the air. From what he could make out, right in front of him was a building of too familiar. 

''The Gazette?'', he pondered staring out the passenger side window.

The moon casted its light over the scene as he stared back at it again. He shut his eyes tightly as if trying to recall what happened. Opening his eyes again he realized it was no use. He had no recollection of what led up to where he was now. 

''Where the hell am I?'', he asked himself. 

Disregarding the thought, he felt along his pockets searching for his keys. 

''Great. I'm somehow in the car which I don't recall getting into and I don't have the keys.'', he murmured.

Sitting up and moving back to the driver's seat, he knocked his head on the roof of the car when down popped a compartment up above.

''Ouch, fuck!'', he exclaimed before the fell into his lap.

He laughed at himself and picked them up and he fidgeted for the driver's key. Just as he was he to stick the key in he paused.

''What the hell is this shit?'', bringing his wet fingers to light, the blood staining them.

Quickly with denial still surfacing his mind he brought the bloody keys to light.

''Why are the keys all bloody?'', he said getting a quick thought.

He carefully reached up into the compartment where he first found the keys and felt for the inside. His heart beat loudly against his chest and his eyes grew wide at the feeling of what was presumably the blood he found on the keys, all over his fingers. Withdrawing his fingers he quickly shut the compartment. Prince grabbed the keys again and placed into the ignition praying to hear the comforting sound of the car starting up. But to no avail as it cried aloud into the night, but no growl of the engine. After time and time again of angry tries, he yanked the keys out and through it somewhere onto the ground.

''No more gas in the rig.'', he said to himself sinking low into his seat.  

Up ahead down the road he could see a pair of headlights, its eyes shining like a pair of bright stars hidden in the fog. He slightly sat up in his seat looking dead ahead as the lights seem to get closer and closer.

''Truthfully...where the hell am I? And why isn't there a single car on the road except for this...'', he whispered aloud trailing off as the lights got even closer.

The sound of its tires going gradually against the road, before a light whoosh sound could be head. Prince sat all the way up this time, looking back at the building, then at the fastly approaching vehicle.

It was old, beat-up country pickup truck. It's round lights now shining like the sun and as clear as day. Its rusty and faded red paint showing up in the moonlight. All could be seen, all except the man or woman inside the vehicle. For some odd reason Prince couldn't shake the strange vibe he was getting from this truck. Its loud roaring was definitely one thing but he couldn't see who it was. Nor did he know what their intentions were. His heart wanted to practically break out of its prison, and now that he had sat all the way up in his chair, there was no way to duck down onto the floor of the car because he had probably been seen already.