My face is pressed against a cold, damp surface. A gentle drip of water splashes against my pnuemonically cold face. I can hear a voice whispering.
I look around and gasp in terror as my eyes adjust to the gloom. A dark outline of a faceless figure appears, towering over me.
I crawl backwards, bowing my head, unsure of what to do. I can hear his deep breathing, and slow footsteps, creeping towards me.
I turn away with fear and cover my face. I know that I'm in danger, but that is all I know. Ever since I was little, danger, yes. But what for was always unknown. I donn't know whether to trust this figure or not.
Suddenly, I feel a chilling breeze of air rush past my leg. Unaware of my surroundings, I turn around. The figure has gone.
Silence is buzzing. No longer does that drip of water continue to splatter my face. I don't understand why I am here. The decision I was to make, I still haven't made. Thinking of the decision, I think of home. The warmth of my Father's smile as he used to pick me up and swing me around. That is how I like to remember it. Although as the decision drew nearer, all of that changed and now, I haven't seen my father for months.
My thoughts are interrupted by another gust of wind. I can sense something behind me. I can sense something is there...
