Going down in the elevator, the doors opened into a dark underground garage. I walked the aisles of cars trying to find my little beast. The entire time I walked, I couldn't escape the weird sensation of someone watching me. You'd think I'd be used to this sensation by now, but it still gave me the creeps. I picked up my pace, finally finding my car right at the back in a more deserted part of the garage. Reaching my car, I popped the key in the trunk and unlocked it. Pushing it open all the hairs on the back of my neck rose, the feeling of being watched wouldn't...