She was a bit bemused.
She couldn’t recall when or how she’d managed to enter the now disorientated-appearing vehicle that had pulled into her driveway …show more content…
And with this fact, nothing seemed to reassure Connie. Not the sad, wretched hand of Arnold Friend that vividly caressed Connie’s cheeks as she sat there solemnly, or even the putrid gaze that Connie so ever happened to catch in the rearview mirror. Whether by a door, an Arnold, or an Ellie, Connie was trapped and more than ever wanted a remedy – somebody, …show more content…
At most, she’d wished she were dead and wouldn’t have to go through with whatever awaited her at the end of this car ride. But it was clear Arnold had alternative plans: Connie watched as the road converted from asphalt to bumpy gravel, and her face grew stiff upon realizing they were in a deserted, eerie area. No sign of a human being miles away.
This was not a nice field, nor were they in the country. Instead, what faced Connie was an abandoned shack that was visibly dilapidated, causing her tears to well up once again. “You lied to me,” Connie cried. “You lied to me, you lied to me!” She began to struggle with her breathing, piercing her watery eyes in Arnold’s direction, who was now smiling sinisterly, but not at Connie. At the shack.
“Y’know, if I’d known you weren’t mentally all there, I might have sent you to an asylum before dragging you all the way out here.” Arnold was now beginning to step out of the car, giving a swift head nod to Ellie.
“Are you messin’ with me?” Connie