Rain fell heavily that night.

We arrived at the scene, pulled up in front of the tunnel, and I stopped the car.

The atmosphere felt strange, perhaps because of the area directly

in front of us, which was known as a scary place. After a short break, we began to head slowly

into the tunnel. It was our first time doing anything like this, so we were oddly excited.

Although we knew better, we grinned like children at an amusement park anyway.

The place wasn't that old, but no cars came towards us from the opposite side.

Still, we proceeded extremely slowly and waited with bated breath for something to happen.

We reached the other end of the tunnel without fanfare.

My friends in the back who were watching the tunnel walls remarked that they saw nothing

out of the ordinary either.

One friend proposed that we should try again, and everyone was in agreement.

We did a U-turn and went back into the tunnel.

But again, nothing happened.

No matter how many times we drove through, nothing happened. No matter how many times we drove through, nothing happened. Disappointed,

and perhaps with too much free time on our hands, we kept trying, but the results remained the same.

The rainfall seemed to grow heavier, loudly falling on the roof of the car.

After three or four attempts at driving through the tunnel, finally one of the guys said,

Hey, let's go home.

Perhaps he was just bored because nothing was happening, but there was something strange

about his voice.

I stopped the car as the tunnel exit came into view and turned around.

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