Going down in the elevator, the doors open into a dark underground garage. I walk the aisles of cars, trying to find my little beast. The entire time I walk, I can't escape the weird sensation of someone watching me. You'd think I'd be used to this sensation by now, but it still gives me the creeps.
I pick up my pace, finally finding my car right at the back in a more deserted part of the garage. Reaching my car, I pop the key in the trunk and unlock it. Pushing it open, all the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the feeling of being watched won't leave and sends goosebumps all over my body.
How many times have I looked before, only to be greeted with nothing? There’s no way I’m wasting time over this paranoia. Reaching into the trunk, I grab the liquor, careful to hold the bottom of th
