Cars Can’t Hide Fear

She lay on the cold, dark ground motionless. The sound of footsteps crunching in the snow echoed through the black abyss of the night. What’s happening? Will my friends come back? She felt the rush of shivers flow through her body but she dared not let her body move. The slightest twitch would get her caught.

Stomp. Stomp. STOMP.

The tall menacing figure's boots lingered next to her face. Luckily the car she was under blocked her body from being seen, but he still had impeccable hearing. Breaths shallow, she stared in horror at her tormentor. He moved slowly but with purpose. Where were her friends? Tied up, passed out? Dead? She didn't know, but all she could think about was the boot next to her face and how at any second she could be caught as well.

And then she felt the sneeze coming on. Trying to hold her breath as the boots began to stride away, there was a shift.

THUNK

Her boot hit the bottom of the car and caught his attention. Hoping he didn't notice, she curled into a smaller ball. The cold seeping through her skin and into her bones. As she felt the hands around her ankles she realized how light and giddy she suddenly felt. He pulled her out from under the car and she saw the starry night sky and how pretty everything was. This euphoria made her giggly with delight as his warm arms wrapped around her body and a white mask that smelled good was placed upon her face.

Such a pretty, pretty night indeed was her last thought before her consciousness sunk as deep as the snow.