The road is pitch black filled with a mixture of fog and rain. I feel my heart sinking and my breath shallower. A figure starts to appear in front of me, my eyes widen. I brake but my car is pulled forward. Tears roll down my eyes, I try to open the door but it’s useless. I take my hands off the steering wheel to no avail. “NO! PLEASE, NO!” I don’t want to go. I refuse to go. I’m kicking, screaming, begging to get out. But the car keeps moving forward and the road just gets darker.
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