It happens.

A drive up the avenue of trees glowering in the late afternoon sun
Flicking through leaves and flashing into my eyes
Turn off here my mind says and I do
To where I know not
Bloody dark, foggy and not a sound.
No other cars
Where are they?
I feel afraid as an old barn appears to the right looking ancient
I pull up by an old well drawn forward by some inner will
I want to drive out but can't
I open the car door and a pin could drop
Not a bird noise, no wind, nothing
Expectation
I put one foot out scrunching on the gravel
I go to step out and hesitate
And at that exact moment it happens....