something could be coming out of the thing , something could be potentially living inside that old saguaro , for i had seen what was under it when my father turned the thing over and that horror house was not something i wanted to think of coming out at me , but , no , the thing inside , in the deepest center , could be much worse and no amount of running through my mind of the scene of us dropping and rolling the saguaro could convince me that everything inside there had agreed to come out .