It was raining heavily that night. In my haste to get into the house, I didn't notice the black car parked across the street, I realized that something was wrong when one of the car's windows went down a bit and I could see a pair of brown eyes that looked at me pleadingly. I was a little disturbed by the situation and in the middle of my curiosity I started to look back at them, when I had the impression of hearing a whisper coming from inside the car that said "help me".
With a shiver that ran all over, I quickly opened the door and threw myself inside as fast as I could. The atmosphere was very dark and I was really afraid of what could be happening outside.
I couldn't stop thinking about the voice and the piercing eyes. I needed to distract myself, so I turned on the TV and went to the kitchen to cook my dinner, hoping that the voices on TV would help me to dispel my thoughts. But it didn't help.
I went to the window and pulled the curtains aside to see the street and realized that the car was still there. I watched, waiting for something to happen and again the car window opened in half and I could see that the brown eyes were still there, as if waiting for someone to come by to ask for help again.
At that moment, I couldn't help feeling heavy. That's because I started to think that those eyes and the voice asking me for help could belong to someone in trouble, someone who was in the car against their will, in danger and being forced to be silent in the name of their own safety.
Once again the sensation of chills invaded my body and I could feel the sweat running on my forehead due to the stress and anxiety that this moment caused me. I tried to run to get my cell phone that was on the table and immediately call the police, but I noticed that my legs did not obey my commands and I could not issue a step if you want.
I looked through the window again and saw the eyes looking directly at me again, but this time they were different, red and dripping with a sticky, gooey appearance, in addition the eyes grew in a terrifying way which made me try to scream, but my voice do not leave and it seemed that all the fear and terror I felt at the moment was suffocating me.
That's when I woke up.
I was twisted in my bed, wet with sweat, still out of breath and shaking from the dream, I got up. It was coffee time.
