There it is again! I thought, looking over my shoulder. But I still saw nothing. The trilling was getting closer, sometimes it seemed to lag behind, but it always seemed to get closer in the end. The vibrations of the foreign sounding creature or person, I don't know what it was, echoed off the wide open streets. Well, there were a few other cars parked here or there. I froze in place. I was shaking.
Damn it, get in your car! I can't! I'm having an anxiety attack. The keys were in my pocket, and I was standing next to my car. I took a moment to get into the car, looking around for the source of that noise. It always seemed closer. I finally sighed, catching my breath while I seated myself. The doors were locked and the engine was on. I just needed to buckle up and put it in gear. But I couldn't stop shaking.
Under the seat was a bottle of single malt. I unscrewed it a took a swig. I almost coughed a little. My nerves were slowly getting off the edge. Did I lock the car-door? Yep, I said under my breath and took another swig. I turned on the radio, "Deacon Blues" was playing. I started to lean back taking the third or fifth swig.There was a flash and glass breaking. It was the last thing I heard or remember.
