Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

A whiff of air hit my ear, followed by a bark, and I jerked,
laughing.
“There’s speakers and sensors in the back of the car,” Will
figured.
Other sounds drifted out—chainsaws, potions boiling,
screams, and bat wings cutting through the air—and Alex
inched into me, forcing me into Will. She pushed farther into
my space, and I heard a whimper and guessed an actor was on
her side of the car, taunting her. I laughed at her fright, feeling
a little superior that I wasn’t affected as easily.
We wound through more tunnels, both of them absorbing
the darkness and creepy characters in bloody costumes or
masks that I didn’t see, but as soon as I’d relaxed, the car
stopped.
“What is that?” Alex asked.
“I can’t see anything,” Will replied.
Okay. GGuess I’d just wait.
We sat there, and I couldn’t hear any other voices around
us, so they must have considerable space between the cars.
“Will, what is that?” Alex blurted out. “Right there!”
And then, all of a sudden, I heard growling. Like a feral
wolf, frothing at the mouth. Was that a sound effect?
“Ah!” Alex cried out, and I tensed.
Weight hit our car, jostling the front of it, I listened as the
low growling got closer and closer.
And closer.
The deep rumble of an animal, and my toes curled and my
body instinctively tried to crawl into a ball, but I couldn’t with
the bar over my lap.
The growling came closer and closer, the breath falling on
my face, and I knew someone was standing on the front of our
car and leaning down right into my face.