Do your class bore you?

We were reading a text in my french lesson.
I didn't understand it at all.
I thought it was very atmospheric and cool.
Apparently it was completely about something else then I thought.
But no matter that, I translated the text and edited it a little so it'd be more of a story with certain literary value. Pretty much just messing around with the language and stylistics.
Here it is:

It was in the middle of the night.
The street was deserted and there was no light, not a single lantern to be found.
I couldn't see more than 2 meters ahead of you. 
I heard a silent whisper somewhere close to me, but I wasn't able to guess the direction. 
Suddenly, the haunting silence of the night was shattered by a tremendous vrooming of a car that appeared out of the darkness before me.
It quickly approached me and soon came into my sight. It blinded me with a flash of its bright headlights. I covered my bleeding eyes -- to avoid being harmed even more.
That's why I couldn't see the driver.
But I felt -- I knew -- that there was a presence of something foul and wicked inside that automobile.