It tread slowly along the forest floor, following the girl quietly. Baring its bloodied fangs, it advanced closer, closer, closer. RUN! I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn’t work. He stepped mistakenly on a branch. SNAP. The sound echoed through the forest. The girl spun around, and stared in alarm at the grinning and mad face of the killer. She immediately started to do what any sane person would do. Run. Delighted by a chase, the mutant creature sped after the blur of pink and brown, hissing through its teeth. The girl ran and ran, she tried to hide, but could not due to the frightful speed of the monster. They ran in circles, for what seemed like an eternity, until the girl could run no more. She straightened up, with her lip trembling and tried to fight, knowing she could only last a few seconds against the monster. As it crept toward her she readied to give it all she had left. When it pounced, the two thrashed around in a blur of kicks, punches, and fangs until the girl collapsed, and her eyes turned glassy as blood soaked through her shirt. The creature lent down and brushed the hair from her neck, and began to feast…
I woke up in cold sweat. I shivered and shook while I glanced around my room fretfully, looking for any shadows or signs that the monster would show. I tried to calm myself down, but I was nearly hyperventilating with fear. I cuddled the teddy I slept with as a little kid, and tried to remind myself it was just a dream, just a horrible dream, that would never happen in real life. There was no such thing, as the blood thirsty monster in my dream. Eventually, I started to breathe normally, and my shaking stopped gradually. For the seventh night in a row, I tried to lull myself back to sleep after I’d calmed myself down, but failed. I looked at the time. It was around 5.30am, so I decided I’d read magazine to take my mind off my never changing nightmare. I flipped through the magazine, looking at the pictures of various models and actresses and the comments about their outfits, trying to push the nightmare from my mind. But in the middle of the magazine, I came across an article. I read down the column, checking to see if I was hallucinating, but no, here on this page, was an article about a disappearance in my city. I looked at the picture of the missing person. It was girl, around the age of 20, in a pink parka, with her chestnut brown hair flowing freely over her shoulders. I very nearly screamed, but remembered my family were asleep. The girl was the one I’d seen in my dream. I ripped the magazine into shreds in fear, and tossed its remains on the floor. I huddled on my bed, and stayed there until Mum came in to wake me.
***
Through the whole day of school, I couldn’t rid my mind of the torturous images of the killer. I couldn’t even bring myself to eat. I tried to remember the happy things in life, and tried to get involved in my friends conversations, but I couldn’t find the words to say. The only words I could remember, were the ones I had shouted in my nightmares, and all others were replaced with the scene of the dead girl. I tried to think of how these dreams were coming to me in particular, and what they were trying to tell me. How was this creature connected to me? What would it do to me? I continued to shred my mind for answers, until I heard a growl come from behind me. I jumped in fear and spun round to the source of the noise. It was just James, the boy in my class, who was known as the class clown. He grinned at me evilly, and laughed at the horrified look on my face. When I got myself together, I stared at him dangerously and he turned away, looking a bit surprised at my reaction. When he looked away uncomfortably, I lowered my gaze, and continued with my work. I tried to remind myself, that a young boy my age, was not the mutant that craved the lives of the innocents. He wouldn’t have the power, strength, speed, or gruesome morals.
***
The rest of the day went peacefully, or as peacefully as my day could go. I tried to focus on my work, and ignore the snide remarks thrown at me from James and his posse. When the bell finally rang, I packed my things slowly, and left the room. I headed straight for my locker. As I walked slowly through the buzzing halls, I caught a glimpse of red from under one of the lockers. I stared at it intently as I stopped in front of the locker. As I tried to figure out what is was, James came out from the door next to the locker. He looked at me, with an almost stony look. He stared at me for a while, and he then jerked bizarrely. In the split second that her jerked for, his face changed. It changed from his sweet, pale face, which was framed with soft brown locks of hair, and morphed into a slim, white face with red eyes like lanterns. I stared horrified at him, and quickly walked away, while he stared at me in confusion.
***
As soon as I got to my locker, I grabbed my bag and textbooks, and ran. I ran out of the school. I ran as fast as I could out onto the road, and all the way to the beginning of my street. I paused to catch my breath, and slid my bag of my back, and placed it on a brick wall. I sat on the wall and stared around while I waited for my pulse to slow down. I watched as a lone man trudged along the opposite side of the street casually, until he looked up sharply directly at me. I bowed my head quickly and hoped he would continue to walk. I snuck a swift peek at him to see if he was leaving, but instead, he was walking straight towards me. I jumped in alarm and sped towards her house. I darted a glance behind me, to see if he was still pursuing me, and to my terror, he was still there, staring at me dangerously. I started to sprint, and jumped my fence, and ran into my house. I locked all of the doors, closed all of the windows and pulled all of the curtains, and locked myself in my bedroom. I whipped my phone put of my bag, and dialled the emergency number. As soon as the administrator answered I blurted out my story about the man following me. When I had finished, I hung up and called my parents and told them everything, and waited for the sound of sirens to fill the neighbourhood. Five minutes later, I heard a bang on her back door. I muffled my scream into a pillow and cried fretfully. The banging continued until I heard the sirens sounding outside of my house. I peeked out of my window to see the man running down the street. I signalled to a staring official and pointed at the man. He ran to his car and set off to chase the man. I ran down the stairs to unlock the door to talk to the other policemen. I opened the door and looked up at the woman standing outside of the door. She looked down at me with warm brown eyes, and I gestured for her to come in. she walked in with a group of other officials, and I showed them to the living room. I gestured to the couch, and they all sat down, and got out their notebooks. Before I sat down, I went outside to check to see if my parents had arrived yet. They weren’t there, so I shut the door, and sat near the window. The officers looked at me expectantly, as I stared around and scrutinised each face. There was a woman with dark hair and cold dark eyes, who stared at me as if she was trying to read my mind, a man with sandy coloured hair and a freckly complexion, and the woman with the chestnut hair and brown eyes. After a few moments, I started to tell them my entire story. I told them about how I stopped to rest for a moment when he started to follow me. They looked at me attentively, and took notes. I explained the banging I heard on the doors and windows, and they went to inspect for traces of the man, that they could use for testing to try identify him.
