Madness.......Give Up or Give In

Nimble legs move across the wet ground, branches creak and break at every twist and turn. Her heavy breath comes out in a mist as the rain slowly begins to fall while she continues to run…..run…..run her life depends on it, the faces of her friends flash through her mind their broken bloodied faces. She slips on a patch of mud and her body goes crashing to the floor as the distant light suddenly bounces closer as if some unnatural force is wielding it. A throbbing pain shoots through her arm as she looks down at the spot causing so much discomfort, the blood flows freely from her hand as a piece of her skin is shredded away from her palm, but she just keeps moving needing to separate herself from the light coming closer. She breaks into a clearing her blonde hair once shining and smooth was now matted around her face streaked with sweat and mud, her clothes torn and stained with someone else’s blood. Breaking into a sprint she runs across the clearing as a house suddenly comes into view from the look of it the vines surrounding the house had taken over residency, the very sight of it sent a chill through her body but maybe something in that run down ominous shack could help her. She ran inside pausing before she closed the door to take a second look the light was nowhere in the distance but she couldn’t rest now as she shut the door a soft whistling penetrated the rain, the air, and her mind….close…very close she had to hurry as she franticly looked through every nook and cranny of the decrepit house a very dusty fire poker lay on the ground a skeletal hand clutching the handle. Holding back the urge to puke she picked the hand gently off and held the poker firmly in her hand testing the weight the whistling came again closer this time she had no time to think she had to hide somewhere but where under the table no to obvious, she creped near the shadows hiding herself against the stair case wait a door…..it opens willing enough to her, she slips inside  just as the creaking of a door echoes through the house. Huddled and cramped in her hiding spot she waits for the inevitable, footsteps and the sound of furniture being turned over heighten her nerves….waiting…..waiting suddenly the door under the stairs gives way to an ax as it pierces the wood and light floods her tiny hiding space.

Screams echo through the now foggy night air carried only by the soft wisps of wind.