CRIMINAL PASSION
Just imagining the possibilities sends chills down my spine.
“Keep my phone, the code is 1405,” he says. “If anything happens, use it as a flashlight and run as fast as you can.”
I just nod, clutching the phone in my hands. As soon as he turns and disappears, fear hits me hard. I hear footsteps. Voices. Screams. All far away, but loud enough to terrify me.
I wait. Five. Ten minutes. I stare at the iPhone screen.
“Fuck it.” I decide to dial 911. I’m calling the police. Screw it. I don’t trust this guy. My best friend is lost in an underground canal full of perverts and criminals. I’m not staying here waiting for a stranger to save us.
Bab Populer