Fear that follows.

It was the dead of night, the moon was hazy and the wind was harsh, it lashed its icy, untamed claws upon the old, crooked, window shutters... The sound of the shutters banging against the wall outside was the only thing that filled my empty mind. My head was pulsating and throbbing as I slowly began to open my weary eyes, the darkness was lifted from me as I felt every muscle in my body spasm and I started to regain my senses.

As my vision cleared, I saw It was dark...

"It can't be that late, the sun was just setting! Wasn't it?" I said as I sat up slowly.

I shook my head to try and rid myself of a sick feeling that manifested in the back of my dry throat, as I became more aware I gazed around as I was not where I thought I was. The room I had been lying in was damp, empty and dim. The air was thick with the smell of dust, rot and decay. I knew I was in a house but it was not my own for sure, I looked at my wrist watch.

"10 pm..." I groaned.

I looked down as I saw I was sat on an old, stained matures, covered in dry leaves but at least it was dry. I could hardly see a thing but what I was sure I had never been here before.

"I can barely move, but I have to try".

So I looked up at the murky window which I had been lying beneath for god knows how long, I then reached up and grabbed ahold the dusty window sill and began to pull myself up. It was sheer agony, In the haze of the moonlight I saw that my legs were covered in grazes, bruises and cuts. I had no idea how I could of gained such mild wounds yet I felt I had very little time to ponder on the thought.

Eventually I managed to get up onto my feet, I was unstable as I lent against the window sill, trying to relieve my sore feet of the weight. I looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness, the sky was clear and the stars shone bright since there was no light pollution, the forest ran for as far as the eye could see, I felt a deep seance of worry flood my heart. Then I saw my jacket was torn, I was wearing a striped blue hoodie, a birthday present from my sister, veronica.

"Dam" I huffed "but I don't remember it tearing, or getting damaged... God why can I remember how I got here!"

I slowly turned around to face the room which I had found myself in, I felt sturdy enough and eased off of the window sill, the floor boards beneath me creaked as I stood up straight.

(To be continued...)