Turtle Phobia

After picking up my pet turtle, placing him into a styrofoam cooler we placed him in the trunk of Zonia's car. Turtles creep Zonia out. She did not like the idea of him being inside the car, so trunk it was. Passing a garage sale on the way home decided to stop. I told her I did not wish to be long due to the turtle in the trunk. Packing up our purchases, I decided to check the turtle. Opening the box, I just stood there staring, dumbfounded.

"What the hell? he is gone."

"What you mean gone?" Zonia asks scared peeking into the trunk.

"I don't know, he's not here," I tell her searching the trunk.

"You know that thing gives me the creeps, now it's escaped," slamming the trunk. "I'm not taking any chances he's in there somewhere and he can stay there till we get home," Zonia slips into the driver's seat fumbling with the keys.

As the key touches the ignition, we hear scratching from the back seat. We both turn slowly and when Zonia met his red beady eyes of him sitting on the back seat I swear the scream shook the car.