Parking Garage
by Cade Scott
Babe, I can’t find my car.
What? Molls, it’s 1 am — where are you?
Alone in the parking garage—
It’s so creepy here at night.
I bet. I don’t like the idea of you being there by yourself…
Let’s get you home. Where’d you park your car?
In the same spot I use every day.
I wouldn’t have left it anywhere else.
But it isn’t there?
That’s weird.
Yeah, it’s nowhere in sight.
I always park on Level 2, but I’ve walked around that level like 5 times…
Have you gone up or down to another level yet?
I’m just about to.
Okay. Let me know when you find it.
Babe, can we keep texting…?
Then I won’t feel like I’m alone.
It’s just so dark and abandoned here…
And that’s what’s strange—
Even though there are only a few cars left, I can’t see mine anywhere.
It’s okay. You must’ve parked on a different level.
Yeah, but now I’ve walked all around the third level…
And I still can’t find it. I could’ve sworn I didn’t park too high up.
Do you want me to just come and get you?
OMG!
What?
There’s a homeless guy.
What? How do you know he’s homeless?
Idk, he just looks homeless.
He’s sitting around a corner. I didn’t see him at first—
And it scared me when I realized he was there.
You’re fine. Just give him some change.
Nah, I don’t believe in that.
Don’t believe in what?
Giving someone change when they beg.
If he wants a job, he can go get one—
Just like everybody else.
That’s insensitive.
It’s true.
GAH, where is my car?!
Maybe someone stole it.
Molls, how would they steal it?
You’ve seen those movies, right?
Where they pluck out the wires, start the car, and drive off with it?
Oh, come on — that doesn’t happen in real life.
Luke, stop it. Could you try to be supportive right now?
Well, you’re kinda being an a-hole.
Wow, I really don’t need this right now…
I’ll look for the car myself.
Good luck—
Hope it doesn’t get too creepy in that parking lot at night.
Wait.
Now what?
That homeless guy.
Stop calling him that.
That’s what he is! It doesn’t matter—
I think he’s following me.
He’s following you?
Yeah. He got up.
He’s walking kinda far behind me, but…he’s still following me.
He could be going anywhere, Molls—
It don’t necessarily have to do with you.
No. Something’s off.
You’re not here — you can’t see how close he’s getting to me.
What if he robs me?
You should’ve helped him.
Very funny. And besides — why would he follow me if he were trying to make me help him?
Ugh, it’s only making me more disgusted.
You’re very sympathetic, you know that?
Just truthful.
Why are you being such a jerk right now anyway?
I’m really scared here all alone.
I thought you’d make me feel better.
WHERE IS MY DAMN CAR??
Still nothing, huh?
I’m walking to the fourth level now. I don’t like this…
I’m trapped in a parking garage with a homeless guy stalking me.
He’s still around? Are you sure he’s following you?
Well, I can’t see him, but can I hear his footsteps.
I can’t believe this is happening to me. He’s so creepy.
I swear he’s following me…
Are you sure you don’t want me to come get you?
Maybe…
Wait! I can see him again.
Every time I look back, he seems to have gotten closer.
Tattered clothes, long beard and fingernails — filth.
Luke. He just smiled at me.
What? Molls, go to a different level — hurry!
I’m getting in the car. Call me?
No…I don’t want him to know I’m scared.
He might become hostile.
OMG — Now he won’t stop staring and smiling.
He knows what you think of him…
Damn it, Luke! This isn’t a joke.
Wait — he just disappeared.
One moment he was there, still behind me—
And the next time I looked back, he was gone.
What? That’s weird.
Did he duck into a door or something?
No, he couldn’t have—
We’re on one of the ramps between levels, so there’s no door around.
Calm down.
I’m on my way. I’ll keep checking in at traffic lights.
In the meantime…keep searching for your car.
That’s your only way out of this until I can get there.
I’m so freaked out right now — a chill just ran through my body.
I swear if I don’t find my car in the next five minutes…
Wait, I hear something.
Another car’s coming. It sounds like it’s above me.
But there’s still no sign of that homeless filth.
Stop that.
What? Like I said, I’m just being—
Wait. THAT’S MY CAR!!
What? What’s going on?
OMG. Someone definitely has my car — it just drove past me.
It was going FAST.
And screeching and stuff.
It’s turning around…
It’s coming back up the ramp!
Can you see who’s driving it?
No.
OMG!!
The driver tried to RUN ME OVER!
What? Are you serious?
YES
Luke, idk if I’m seeing things…
But I think that homeless guy was driving my car.
Huh?
I got a brief glimpse inside, and the driver looks just like him.
Oh no…the car’s turning the corner again…
It’s heading right toward me…
OMG — It IS him!
HE HAS MY CAR!!
What? Where’d he find it?
Idk Luke. And I can’t exactly ask him right now—
He’s trying to RUN ME OVER.
He barely missed me this time.
Okay…he stopped the car…
Oh god, Luke, he got out.
Weird — he kind of looks like you.
I told you that you should’ve helped him.
What? Babe, please don’t be cryptic right now—
There’s a very good chance I’m about to die.
You are about to die.
What?
Because that “homeless guy” — that’s my brother Chris.
WHAT? He’s your brother?
Yeah. We’ve both been homeless at one point in our lives.
You’ve been homeless?
And you didn’t tell me?!
Of course that’s what you focus on—
You’re probably embarrassed to be dating someone who was homeless.
Well, don’t worry, Miss Prissy — I’m not really dating you.
What?
Molly edges back from Luke’s brother Chris…
But he takes two steps toward her.
He continues tracking her as the texts from Luke roll in.
Molly is trapped.
When I was homeless, I’d see you every day.
I guess my spot was on your path to work.
And not once — not ONE single time—
Did you give me anything when I was begging.
Luke, I…
You’d peer down your nose at me, like I was the scum under your shoe.
Molly hears a rustling sound in front of her.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Chris take a gun out of his pocket.
So Chris and I devised a plan…
I gave him the spare keys to your car and told him where you always parked it.
He moved the car to the top level, so we could test you tonight—
We decided to give you one last chance to help a homeless man in need.
What? Luke, no!
Yes. You failed that test.
Chris had his fun with you — pretending to run you down with the car.
But now it’s time to really make you pay.
Luke — no!
Please—
I’m sorry — please don’t do this.
You did this to yourself, Molly.
Goodbye, Miss Prissy.
Molly looks up, pleading, from her phone.
Chris, please!
Don’t shoot—
Please, I’ll do anything!
See how hard it is to beg?
Molly’s mouth goes dry.
She can’t stop the tears that spill over her eyes.
Especially when no one will answer your pleas.
Chris raises the gun and there’s a deafening blow—
And Molly’s entire world goes black.
POLICE REPORT.
White, Caucasian woman, aged 26, found at South Street Parking Garage.
Cause of death — gunshot to the head.
9 MM pistol located near the victim’s body. Prints wiped clean.
Wallet and identification recovered from her person.
Notable item missing—
Cellphone.
Suspects: None.
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