CHAPTER 1: WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
About two weeks ago Mr. Brown was coming back to his abode from his daily hectic schedule. He called a taxi which just arrived in time. It was half past twelve in the night. The driver told him "If we go through Interstate 95 then it would be more than 1 hour"
Mr. Brown told the driver to go through Interstate 4." The moment the driver heard the words of Mr. Brown talking about Interstate 4, his face grew pale like he was just paralyzed with horror. But somehow he agreed to go through that highway.
But why was he terrified by the name of that highway?
Was there something mysterious?
