Slasher Scenarios - !MALE READER!

Rescued in the Sewers - (Halloween Ends) Michael

Running was all I could think about as the mugger chased me. My worn shoes with loose laces started to fail me as I ran through the woods. I'm surprised they're so committed to me.

I heard cars racing up ahead. Maybe I'll be seen! As I ran, the forest broke, and I saw a bridge running up above me. 'Fuck, how do I get up there?!' I thought. Maybe I can catch their attention.

"HELP! HELP! HE'S GOT A KNIFE!" I started screaming as I ran to one of the hills. I noticed a sewer hole, and hatched a plan. I slowed down and looked behind me. The mugger was out of sight. I ducked into the sewer hole and got as deep in as I could, trying to be out of sight as possible.

It stank, which is reasonable, but this smell is different, not like sewage is supposed to smell. It smelled like rotting meat. My lips curled inward as I held back gags, hiding into the sewer. I could still see out, but I was tucked in enough so I couldn't cast a shadow.

I sat there for what felt like an hour until I was convinced I was safe. I crept out of my hiding spot and walked out of the sewer, slowly. I felt safe- until the mugger jumped me again. He had a knife to my throat and had me in a headlock. My instincts kicked in- literally and figuratively, as I swung my heel up into his crotch. His grip loosened, and I made the poor horror movie main character decision to run back inside the sewer. I scrambled on my poor shoes as I slipped and tripped over rocks, sludge and... whatever.

As I struggled to find an exit, I did a very good job at finding a dead ending. I slid to a halt and panted. 'No, no, no...'

I slowly turn around and face my attacker.
"Look. I have no money. I have nothing expensive. Just let me go-"

"That's what they all say," he growled, and then charged at me. I immediately tried to retreat until another figure entered my sight. It was dark, tall, and aggressive. It slammed my attacker against the wall with a single hand. As stupid as it may sound, I was paralyzed in fear. I couldn't move, just like my attacker, now being PINNED to the wall of the sewers with a knife.

My hands and knees started shaking in fear, my eyes wide and jaw gaping. The figure took s few steps back and looked at what it had done. It seemed to have tilted its head, as if to admire what it had done. My face contorted into a confused sickness.

Then, it slowly turned its head towards me. My contorted face returned to the blank, pale with fear expression I had on earlier. It walked in my direction, and I paced backwards, cornered. 'This can't be it...'

As the figure grew closer, its face became easier to make out. It had no face. It wore a mask... dark, pitch black holes for eyes. I looked into the pits with fear in my eyes, but it stopped. Right in front of me. It was now apparent how tall it was, roughly 3 or 4 inches taller than me. I stared up at it. And it, down at me. I could feel its gaze burning into my retinas as it leaned in closer. Only an inch apart. I could feel its labored breathing. I stood my ground surprisingly well.

After what felt like forever, it backed away, and retreated into its hiding spot. I sighed heavily and put my hands against my face, trying to process what just happened. I began to leave the sewer, avoiding looking at the corpse of my attacker. As I reached the mouth of the sewer, I hesitated. I looked back for any sight of my savior. There was no sign it was ever there.