You entered a junkyard and were looking to buy a car for not that much money. Surely you stumbled on a few cars but they needed severe repairs. You kept making your way through but you could hear the creaking of metal that surprisingly sounded like someone screaming in pain. Everywhere you turned you noticed the same PT Cruiser, it was as if it was following you. It seemed to be a little transparent. You could hear a soft voice echo through the air "Choose me." Could it be the PT Cruiser, the chills went up your spine like a Hi-Striker you play at carnivals. "I'm free." The same voice echoed through the air, though it wasn't malicious.