As soon as he walked into the phone booth he felt a peculiar tension. The ring of the phone brought him from his thoughts and he hesitantly picked the phone up.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Do you see the car that just pulled up on the opposite side of the road?" a deep voice asked him. He glanced out of the glass door and his eyes settled on the car. "Get in to it. Don't ask questions." The buzz of a disconnected line filled his ear. He slipped from the phone booth and walked to the car. He opened the door and slid into the leather seat. 381Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwZcmGkfzr7
"Where are we going?" he asked the driver. The driver turned around and the man scrambled backwards in his seat. The driver had a large crack running horizontally on his face and his throat had been slit.381Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1OoJiwzzfz
"Have you not figured it out yet? You just got a call from Death. He has an appointment with you," the driver said in the same deep voice the man had heard on the phone. The man reached for the handle but it had disappeared. He was trapped in a car, on his way to meet Death. The raindrops pelted the window as he slammed his palm against it, shouting at the pedestrians. They took no notice of him though.
"I do wish you'd stop making noise," the driver said. "It's a good thing you won't be for much longer."381Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGVIvx3IExH
