Fear - A Short Horror Story

The Kidnapping

She was almost happy to be back in the darkness. It was more peaceful, less horrifying. And easier to forget.

And that's all that she wanted to do. She wanted to forget this whole thing, beginning to end. This morning... This morning when she had woken up, it was nearly a normal day. She had woken up, taken a run, gone to work. Everything was normal. And then it wasn't. Then, he came. He had acted sick, and was hacking and coughing... and Christelle had believed him. She had gotten out of her car. And then...

"Young lady, thank you...."

"Of course... Is there anything I can do? Anything at all? Do you need a ride, or some money?" She put her hand into her purse.

"Y-you're very kind... No, I have a car... Somewhere over there, if I can just get to it, please..." he coughed violently into his muddy leather jacket.

"Of course, here.." She helped him lean against her shoulder and tenderly brought him around the alley, where a old, gray van with dark windows stood parked. She didn't stop to question it, but she shivered. She would help him to his van and go quickly.

When they got closer to the car, however, it almost seemed as if he had regained full strength. As soon as they had neared the van, he had taken action. He grabbed her.

She screamed. She knew the street was far away, but she prayed that someone, anyone, was nearby.

He threw his grubby hand over her mouth and threw her into the truck. She kicked at him and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he bound her hands behind her back so tight that the rope felt more like knives.

No!

She felt herself beginning to wake up.