15 July 2010,

This is the date Angela Wheeler would never forget as it marks the beginning of all of her nightmares. 9 years old Angela was watching her favorite cartoons on her TV while waiting for her parents' return.

Even after 9 o'clock, her parents didn't show up. Impatiently Angela turned off the television and went to the landline phone to dial her mother's number.

Beep..Beep..

The phone didn't connect, she heard the same beeping tune no matter how many times she tried.

As the night wore on, the entire villa was enveloped in erratic silence. Not even Butler was here today, so Angela was alone in the villa.

Now Angela began to panic as she had never been alone this long as her mother always accompanied her whenever her father went on a business tour.

"Mom, Dad...Where are you? Please come quickly..I am afraid." Teardrops started to form in Angela's eyes. Wrapping her arms around her knees she buried her face as she was shaking in fear.

Even after 10 p.m., there is no news from her parents. Now Angela started to cry in panic while impatiently dialing her parents' number but the results are the same.

Gurr..

Her stomach growled because she didn't eat until the afternoon, but she didn't care. Either way, her entire focus was on contacting her parents anyhow.

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Meanwhile, in an alley, a scar-faced man got out of the truck to check on his task. A grin spread across his face at the sight of the deformed car. He quickly pulled out his phone to inform his boss.

"Boss, mission accomplished."

"Have you checked it well?" A deep voice came from the other side.

"Yes, boss. The car is flipped upside down and there are movements inside. So I don't think they will going to be alive after this." the scarred man replied.

"Ok. Come to the base quickly." The man ordered.

The boss dialed a number after ending the call.

"Hello Martin, is the job done?" An impatient voice came from the other side.

"Yes. Transfer the rest of the money to my account within 2 hours." The man named Martin said in a deep voice.

"Okay. Don't worry." With that, the man on the other side happily ended the conversation.

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Almost 15 minutes later the truck disappeared, the man in the car weakly opened his eyes. He was bleeding profusely, broken glasses pierced his whole body as he is protecting his wife by wrapping his body around her.

Somehow he managed to crawl out of the car. After catching his breath, He then struggled very hard to pull his unconscious wife out of the car but his strength wasn't enough to do so. His phone was dead, so there is no way to call for any help.

He waited in that area for nearly 15 minutes, but still, there is no signs of any traffic on this empty road. He felt his conscious is fading away but using his sheer mental strength he was opening his eyes. He can die here but his wife must live as their daughter waiting for them at home.

Just as he lost every hope, a headlight came into his vision. He frantically crawls towards the road just to somehow stop the car. But he was still some distance from the road, so to get the driver's attention, he grabbed a stone and threw it at the moving car. Luckily the stone hit the car.

The driver stopped the car when he heard something hit his car. Coming out of the car he saw a stone hit the hood of the car leaving a scratch on the car.

"Who is one threw the stone at my car?" he screamed angrily across the deserted street. But he couldn't see anyone down the empty road just as he turned another pebble came up to him and bumped into his leg. He ouched in a pain. Glancing at the source he saw a bloodied figure waving his hand at him. He was surprised to see the blood-stained face of the crawling man.

'Is he a ghost?' Fear surged through him. His legs started to shake. He was ready to leave the place in a hurry.

"Please...help me.." Just then a faint voice sounded from behind.

For some reason hearing, the pleading voice of the bloody man halted his footsteps. He gathered all of his courage and turn to face the bloodied man.

He slowly stepped forward in the direction of the man. Approaching him, then the driver's first question was

"Are you..a human?" He asked in a shaky voice.

Mr. Wheeler was baffled to hear his words. What is the meaning of asking the question 'Is he a human?' Can't he see that with his own eyes? But regardless he answered his question.

"Yes..I got..an accident...my wife is...in the car...please help...her." Mr. Wheeler said with difficulty in a hoarse voice, pointing at his car with hopeful eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of her wife's blood-stained body.

The driver stands there stupidly for some time checking the man in front of him. After coming back to his senses, the driver rushed to the wrecked car to help the man's wife. Bending towards he saw an unconscious beautiful woman in the car, though her whole body was covered in blood it couldn't diminish her beauty.

After several attempts, he carefully pulled the lady from the car. He quickly checked her pulse to see if the lady is alive. Seeing her pulse showing signs of very weak vitality he quickly carried the lady and placed her in his car.

"Sir I am going to save your wife. Let's go to the hospital." But there is no sound from behind. Turning around he saw the man had passed out.

He quickly moved forward to carry him but frowned as he accidentally place his hand on his wrist. Putting him down he checked his pulse but after a while, he stepped backward and fell to the ground as the man in front of him is already dead...