A Ghostly Figure

1992

I ran as fast as my little legs could take me.

I heard footsteps that weren't mine and I ran without knowing where I am.

The rain didn't help. It never did. My hair and clothes were wet, adding the extra weight which makes it even harder to run.

I took off my heels and ran in the cold, wet, pavement.

My heart was beating faster than usual. I'm almost out of breath and I still can't find a place to hide. I looked behind me and saw a silhouette of man under one of the light posts.

And as if on cue...

An ordinary house apeared around the corner. I entered but it wasn't what I was expecting. The inside of the house was rotting. Missing wooden floors. Broken doors. Shattered glass. I immediately stepped outside to evacuate but I heard the footsteps get louder. I went back inside and hid under the nearest table I could find. I threw my shoes on the other room that I couldn't make out. Hoping that he might think that I went in that direction. I closed my eyes and waited.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

He's here.

I placed my hand on my mouth. Hoping that that would cover up my heavy breathing.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." He hissed.

I stared at my red bright heels and prayed that he would take the bait.

"So this is where you are."

I saw a knife pierce through the table and screamed for dear life.

After that... Everything went black.