The red Ferrari pulled up at the front door and the tinted window slowly opened to reveal nothing.
The bell boy, Josh, from the hotel couldn’t believe his eyes, it seemed like there was no one in the car. He wasn’t stupid he knew self drive cars hadn’t come this far, these type of cars were for the super rich and they liked to drive their cars and be seen to be doing it. He didn’t want to approach the car what if it was haunted, he shook his head, no, he’d just been reading too many horror novels. There must be a rational explanation. He slowly approached the car, tentatively, he had to admit to himself he was a little spooked, it was probably just one of his friends having a laugh. Having thought that he felt braver, although at the back of his mind he knew he didn’t have friends that owned cars like this one or that would be brave enough to steal one.
As he approached the door he heard a soft click and the door slowly, silently, swung open, still he couldn’t see anyone, he put on his bravest voice. “Hello, can I help?” It came out as a small voice, but he reached forward to hold the door open and dipped his head to look inside, it was his job after all.
It happened in a split second, the world was suddenly a blur, he was pulled into the car, the door slammed and the car drove away. All that was left was a nametag on the concrete driveway with a single spot of blood on his name.