WRITE THE AUDIO & VISUAL
The street was deserted, though music played
from one house, a tv from another, and a foghorn
sounded in the distance. She crossed toward the
house.
Suddenly, a pair of high-intensity headlights
appeared out of nowhere. They blinded her,
growing larger as a vehicle roared toward her. With
a scream, Anna lunged toward the curb, unseeing,
desperately trying to get away.
The car was barreling toward her! There was no mistaking
it, the car wasn’t slowing, wasn’t moving straight down the
road, like an automobile simply going far too fast. It veered
toward the shoulder of the road, toward the curb, heading
right at her. Anna recognized the vertical chrome grill of a
Lincoln Town Car, its flattened rectangular headlights
somehow giving it a predatory, shark-like appearance.
MOVE!
The car’s wheels squealed, the engine at full throttle, as
the maniacal car bore down on her.
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