Hunted

The Storm

Boom!

'What was that?'

The house shudders as rain pelts against the wooden panelled ceiling. Crash!

'Ah! I don't know.'

'What's going on?'

Boom! Is that thunder or something else?

'It's just a storm,'

Crack! Ssssssssssssss... a beam swings from the ceiling, barely missing my head.

'I don't like it here; can we please go Rachel?'

'Not in this weather, we'd be killed by the storm.'

'Or by whatever's out there, it might attack us then shred us to pieces.'

'Amanda, stop making things up, there's nothing out there and you pretending there is, isn't going to scare me.'

Thump! Thump! Thump! The door rattles, its hinges creaking under the pressure from the other side. Rotten wood warps towards us, water drips down from the ceiling and the glass in the windows shakes in its frames.

'If there's nothing out there, then what was that?'

Silence falls, all three of us too scared to answer.

'I don't care if you're coming or not, I'm getting out of here!'

'Ok Georgie, maybe you're right, that thing is going to get us if we stay here for any longer. Rachel, are you coming?'

'For goodness sake Amanda, quit making things up, you're scaring Georgie!'

'I'm not making them up, you just can't admit that I'm right! Plus, I don't think that it's Georgie that's scared.'

'You're not right!'

'I am right, how else do you explain the door?'

'Um... It's an old building, doors sometimes... warp.'

'That's the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard.'

We continue arguing over whether or not there's someone else outside until I look around and realise something.

'Where's Georgie?'

'What do you mean, where's Georgie?'

'I mean where's my sister?!'

'I don't know, she was here a minute ago, this is all your fault!'

'How's it my fault?'

'You were ranting on about made up things outside! She must have got scared.'

'My sister is the same age as us, I think she can handle the truth, I WASN'T LYING!'

The door swings open with a sickening screech and a shoe appears between the door and the wall, now I really regret shouting so loudly.

'RUN!!!'

I sprint towards the window, the only way out, but I'm not fast enough. A hand wraps around my arm slowly pulling me away from the window. The minimal light in the room shows me a large hand with long spider like fingers connected to a thick arm half covered by a tattered sleeve.

'Get off me!'

'There's nothing there.'

'Yeah, there is and it's got my arm.'

While kicking the person, zombie thing, I twist around and release my hand before smashing the window open. Grabbing Rachel by the shoulder, I jump out the window, pulling her along with me.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'

Wow, Rachel is an extremely loud screamer. I look down, there is a very long drop, I forgot we were three stories up. This isn't going to go well.

'As soon as we reach the ground start rolling!"

'Why?'

'To slow down your momentum so you don't get seriously injured.'

The ground comes rushing up to my face and I start to roll, unfortunately I roll the wrong way and end up face first in a rose bush. I pull the thorns out, the points catching on my skin as I do so, leaving small dots of blood. A thick, red liquid drips into my eye, I reach my hand up to my face ad it comes back covered in blood but it's not from the thorns.

'Amanda, there's a piece of glass in your forehead!'

'What?'

'Can't you feel it?'

'No, I don't feel anything right now.'

With that I topple to the  ground, unconscious.