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Suddenly, the car came to a screeching halt, and I nearly flew out of my seat. After steadying myself, I instinctively glanced over and was shocked by what I saw: the driver's identification next to the steering wheel bore a photo that was not him!
Panic surged through me. A terrifying thought crossed my mind: Who is this driver? Why is he impersonating someone else? What does he want?
Just as I was trying to regain my composure, there was a loud "bang" as the glove compartment suddenly popped open, and something rolled out, coming to a stop right by my feet.
I froze for a moment, then cautiously leaned down to look. Oh my God, it was a knife, stained with blood!
My scalp tingled, and my heart raced, almost leaping out of my chest. What was happening? Had I really encountered a bad person today?
I couldn't believe my eyes, but the scene before me was impossible to ignore. Fear spread through me in an instant, making me tremble uncontrollably.
I wanted to open the car door and escape, but reason told me that would only make things more dangerous.
I tried to calm myself down and think of a plan, but my mind was blank; I couldn't come up with anything.
Staring at the knife filled me with dread and unease as I wondered what would happen next. I wanted to scream for help, but the car was speeding along, and no one could hear me.
I looked for an opportunity to subdue the driver, but I feared provoking him and making him do something even worse.
I had never felt so desperate; I felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter, unable to escape fate's cruel grasp.
While keeping an eye on the driver, I discreetly kicked the knife under the seat, hoping he wouldn’t realize that I had discovered his secret.
At that moment, the driver suddenly turned to look at me, his eyes glinting with a chilling light.
I clenched my teeth, trying to appear as calm as possible, but my inner fear betrayed me; my breathing quickened and my palms were slick with sweat.
We stared at each other in silence, the atmosphere in the car tense like a taut string ready to snap, with only our breaths breaking the stillness.
Suddenly, a phone rang, shattering the suffocating silence. The sound echoed in the confined space, sharp and jarring.
I instinctively glanced at the phone—it was a new model—and my heart tightened.
I recalled news reports about a serial killer who used that very model.
In an instant, horrifying images flashed through my mind: the faces of victims and gruesome scenes that left me gasping for air.
I struggled to calm myself, taking a few deep breaths, but my heart raced uncontrollably, almost leaping out of my chest. I stared at the phone as if it were a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
The driver glanced at the phone too but didn’t answer. The ringing continued, each chime pounding against my heart, making it impossible to think. I tried to reassure myself that this was just a coincidence, but the feeling of unease grew stronger, threatening to consume me.
I looked at the driver’s face, searching for any sign of emotion, but he remained expressionless, as if everything happening had nothing to do with him. I had no idea what he intended or what would happen next; all I knew was that I couldn’t sit idly by and become his next target. I had to find a way to escape.
As I was lost in thought, the car suddenly turned onto a narrow path, sending a jolt of panic through me. This place felt eerily desolate, almost devoid of life. The streetlights were dim and foreboding, resembling a lair of demons that swallowed all light and hope.
I gripped the seat tightly, my knuckles turning white as I prayed this was just a coincidence and that the driver would hurry up and take me home. But as the car ventured deeper into the alley, my hopes dwindled; I was almost certain this driver was the serial killer from the news!
My mind was in chaos, unsure of what to do. I wanted to jump out of the car and run, but I feared provoking him into attacking me directly. Just then, the car jolted violently as if it had hit something, beginning to sway uncontrollably on the road like a small boat caught in a storm.
Terrified, I looked out the window and saw something tangled beneath the wheels. Upon closer inspection, it was a shredded tire with sharp metal rods sticking out of it. The car lurched violently a few times before gradually slowing down—the tire had been punctured!
Panic surged within me; this was bad news! The car came to a complete stop, trapping me in this den of evil with no way out. The driver didn’t say a word; he simply turned his head and stared at me with an expressionless face.
His eyes glimmered with a chilling light, reminiscent of a hungry wolf fixating on its prey. Fear gripped me so tightly that I nearly cried out, but I knew I couldn’t give up or surrender so easily.
I scanned my surroundings for an opportunity to escape when suddenly, I noticed some movement from the trunk.
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