A Journey Into the Land of Dreams

Escaping a Murderer

I remember all of it so vividly. The fear. The pain. Him. The near death. I remember the other losses that had come before me. He had taken so many innocent lives but couldn't put an end to his killing spree. I don't know if he was just angry at the world. I didn't know if this was all for shits and giggles. I don't know.
I can still feel everything I felt that day. It haunts me. Every move I make, I still feel him right behind me. I can still hear his cruel laugh. I can still sense the grave danger I was in. He was the hunter, I the deer.
That horrifying day, I had been minding my own business, walking home from work. Suddenly, I felt this burning sensation in my left calf. Fuck, it stung! I looked down behind me, and blood was flowing out like a red water fountain from a fresh, clean slice. I felt terror clasp it's icy grip around my heart as I looked back up.
A man stood behind me, an evil grin splitting his lips from ear to ear. Much like the grin of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, only much more terrifying and cruel. His pale blue eyes contained nothing but malice as I made eye contact with him. His dark brown hair was disheveled, as if he had been running around outside for a while. He was fairly tall, and very thin, but clearly had some muscle. His milk white skin glistened in the sun and his brown hoodie draped around him like a potato sack. In his hand, he held a knife, which was now dripping with my blood.
I froze in place, trying to snap out of it. After what felt like an eternity, I finally came to my senses, turned, and sprinted away as fast as I could down the street, my blood flying from my wound, leaving a trail. I felt something behind me, and the man was right on my heels, just trying to get another swing with his knife!
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I pushed myself to keep running until I finally ran into a nearby McDonald's, trying to call for help. They all just looked at me like I was insane until the man darted through the door, brandishing his knife. I freaked out all over again and started making my way to the play place area to try and crawl through it.
Two men stepped in front of the murderer, trying to block him. Surprisingly, he took out the two rather quickly, slicing them up as easily as one would slice butter. Then he forced his way into the play place area, and I felt my heart about to thump right out of my chest onto the floor!
He spotted me and I started to climb in hopes he couldn't get through. I felt a tug on my leg, and he had caused me to lose some of my footing and slide down a bit. Another burning pain through my leg, meaning he had successfully landed another slice! My other leg, same area as the left.
I fought to hold the tears back so as to not blur my vision. I had to fight him off of me! I kicked down and missed my blow, and fell down just a little bit further. He stabbed my thigh and I screamed in pain, then attempted at another kick. This one landed, and I heard him whisper, "Ouch, you fucking bitch!" And then he attempted another grab at me.
I attempted another kick, and once again, this one landed, and it landed hard! "FUCK!" He yelled and sliced at me again with his knife, but missing me entirely. I was able to get my balance back and climbed back up a little ways before he could swing again.
He attempted to climb up and got a couple steps up before I landed another hard kick directly to his nose. I heard a crack. I had broken his fucking nose! "OH YOU BITCH!! YOU JUST WAIT!" He screamed at me.
"FUCK YOU!" I yelled back, angrily and kicked him again, this time landing one on his jaw. That seemed to startle him a little bit and he lost his grip. I climbed up higher,  but he was persistent. He grabbed hold of the bricks and once again, began the climb after me.
He managed to reach me and landed another stab in my back. I coughed and screamed in pain, but kept moving. Finally, I reached the top of the rock wall we were on, and attempted to head to one of the tunnels. He was hot on my ass. His cruel laughter kept coming and his heavy breathing, I nearly felt on my neck.
I got down on all fours and began clambering inside the tunnel. He grabbed for me, but I turned and landed a punch to his left eye, which caused him to sit back for a second and cradle his eye. He shouted another obscenity at me and then tried to follow me through the tunnel. I had already gotten fairly far in though, so he couldn't reach me.
The next thing I knew, police had flooded the play place and arrested him. I watched him get taken away, and the sneer on his face gave me the complete chills. The words he said to me still haunt me to this day. "I'll get you bitch. In life, or in death. I will haunt you until your death bed, and even then, I will be bound to you. I will kill you, and then I will torture you when we are both ghosts." And with that, he was gone.
I remember all of it so vividly. The fear. The pain. Him. The near death. I remember the other losses that had come before me. His words still live in my soul. He made thorough on his promise, and still haunts me, to this very day.