start peddling
"Get off my property and stay off!" he yells, holding his
eye. You look back a second time and he is gone. "Where'd he
go?" you ask Dave as you turn to see that he is no longer
peddling beside you. "Dave. . .Dave. . .where'd you go?"
you yell frantically.
A chill runs up your spine as you think that out of the deep dark
woods beside you, the owner may jump out at any second, with his hands
tightly wrapped around your friend's throat. Then suddenly, you see
the thick metal bars of the gate shut. You try to slam on the brakes,
but you can't stop; the hill you are on is too steep. BOOM! You slam
head first into the gate and you black out.
You and Dave start peddling frantically down the driveway.
"Ahhh," you scream as you turn to see the owner running
after you.
