Go on in.

The metal handle feels cold against your skin as you push the door open. Stepping into the large shop you call out, “Hello. What is wrong, why can't I be here? What can you tell me about my car? Hello.”

The light is dim but manageable, you walk out toward the shop office, as you don't see anywhere else they might have gone, other than out one of the huge garage doors, but these are closed and that seems unlikely given the small head start they had before you followed them. As you step into the little office you hear the distinctive click of the hammer of a revolver being cocked back. “I paid my debt leave me alone!!” A voice screams out of the darkness. In panic you leap to the side as the gun fires over and over again. The bullets rip through the air, shattering stone and glass till the person inside clicks away with an empty gun. With a scream you run to the side and put a vending machine between yourself and the gunfire. Shell casings clatter on the stone floor letting you know he is reloading. Looking around you decide the best move is to make a break for the door. As you hit it, you yank the handle to open it and find it clicked locked as it shut. The familiar click of the hammer rings out behind you and you hit the ground. The glass door explodes as three bullets ring out. The way now once again open for you, you dive through the shattered door, and skitter forward as three more shots ring out. “Leave me alone.” he screams, his voice ragged from screaming as he fires the three more shots. The people from the office running ahead of you, you rise to your feet and run for the front door.

“Run he's fucking nuts.” You scream urging them on, and following behind the small crowd of people. As you hit the door you see something new you didn't expect. Standing next to your new little car is a large man in an ill fitting suit. It might have once been a nice suit, gray pinstripe with a white shirt under and matching pants, but the shirt is so tight the buttons tug at the fabric, the bottom of the shirt not tucked in either and a tiny bit of grayish flesh is visible hanging over the edge of the pulled tight belt. As you run out with the group of people you see something else, as if you could somehow see into the man. For only a moment you can see a glowing yellow orb in his chest, and his form distorts into a gross parody of humanity. Long limbs twisted bulbous torso, and a massive head with a gaping maw large enough to swallow a human whole that hangs down his chest leaking saliva. He is sniffing the car as if he were a bloodhound trying to find a scent. The horrible visage before you causes you to forget the danger behind, but only for a second as two more bullets rip into the window of the front of the dealership. Your head snaps back to the crazed car dealer, then back to the man beast that is licking his lips with a hungry tongue, his form once again human if only just as he is slightly clouded by the image you saw.