Chapter 1: That night

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So let's begin from the very beginning. Late that night around 11:37 I was home alone listening to quite music and reading my book until suddenly I heard little ticking sounds on my window. I got up and looked out and saw a man standing on the sidewalk right out side my house. I had no clue who he was and he starting waving and smiling and saying my name over and over, "Eliza, Eliza." That was when I was freaked out so I shut my window, closed the shades, and ran down the stairs to lock the front door. But before I got down there to lock the door, it was already wide open and I felt the cold breeze blow in on my face. I slowly crept down the stairs to shut the door and while I was closing it I felt a heavy breathing down my neck and a deep voice of a man whispering "Eliza I knew you were going to come down at one point." Then suddenly he grabs me and I kick and scream for help but no one lives near me for miles. I slip out of his grasp and run up the stairs to my room but before I reached the top step he grabbed my hair dragging me back down the stair case. I was grabbing the railing so hard it left nail marks in the old wood. We eventually ended up out side, in front of my house there was a big black van with tinted windows and no license plates. He grabbed my wrist and tied them up with rope and tore a piece of duct tape and slapped it on my mouth. He shoved me in the back of the van and slammed the double doors shut. Right then and there I knew that I wouldn't see my family or my friends in who knows how long. Those doors were my only escape from this pitch black, cold space. I had to fight if I wanted to survive and that is what I am going to do even if it kills me.

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