The Car Engine Was Coming Closer and Closer

Ben had assured me I could just walk right in. The knob held fast when I tried to turn it. He had a bunch of junk leaning against the place back there. An old Vespa that looked beyond repair, a bunch of old rusted iron rods and even a wheelchair were out front. His car was creeping closer but it had no lights on. My mind didn't bother sorting through the less frightening possibilities: his headlights being off as the car came a little closer, a little closer. There was no fixed path through the trees. As I ran I held up one arm in front of me so my face and my eyes wouldn't be torn by stray branches. It boarded the woods