Haunted (Under Construction)

The werewolf in the room

I stood outside the gate of the school and waited for him to peal out of the parking lot.

However, he never did. The streetlights flickered on and the cold air kicked up. The wind howled down the empty street and swept up my dress. I shuddered at the cold and pinned my dress to my knees. I regretted wearing a dress when I lived in Washington. I pulled my leather jacket closer around me and adjusted my scarf. I looked around and debated whether to walk home.

I sat down on the curb and focused my energy. I hated forcing a vision. It hurt like hell afterwards, but right now, I need one. I saw the flickering neon sign of one of the stores I pass on my way home. I then saw the slightly rusted street sign that marked the halfway point. My shoes were damp from the rain and my soaked hair clung to my face. I carried my book bag over my head as I ran trying to shield myself from the rain.

My eyes shot open and the vision ended. I was walking... I took one last look at the school and sighed. I guess something came up. I figured it would happen eventually. I stood up, brushed my dress off, and started walking down the road.

It was not a big deal. I have walked home millions of times. This one was no different- yet it still stung. Where was he? He told me he would take me home. What if he had planned this from the beginning and all of them were watching me stand at the side of the rode like a fool. It made since... it natural.

That was when I stopped walking. I stood there and just stared straight ahead of me with an empty, glass look on my face. I have been played. I trusted him knowing this would happen and now that it did ... I do not know. I do not know how I should react. Am I jumping to conclusions? Was I over reacting? If I was then why was I so hurt. Why I was crying- oh, I am crying...

I then let the tears fall as I wiped them away from my face repeatedly. I sniveled and continued to walk. I heard a shuffling noise come from the alley in between two stores. It was probably just a storekeeper throwing out trash.

As I walked by a pair of hands reached out and grabbed me. I cursed myself for not watching the vision longer. No wait- It was not raining yet so that meant the vision happened after this. Dammit! I wish I could have just waited for him! Now I was being dragged into an alley by some creep. I screamed against his hand as loud as I could. I thrashed my legs around and tried to get out of his grip. I was so terrified that I had blocked the vision I would have gotten from his touch. That confirmed that it was not Jericho.

I was pinned up against the brick wall. IT was too dark to see my attackers face. I was so scared that all visions, auras, even my common since were blocked. I was so terrified that I could not see Angela. My tears flowed from my eyes. From the tight grip my attacker had on my wrist, I knew two things 1.) This was intentional. 2.) This man planned to hurt me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined someone coming to my rescue. The man leaded down and whispered in my ear. His sticky and warm breath clung to my neck and made me feel sick. He pinned my body against the wall with his and ran his large rough hand down my side.

"I warned you." Then I knew who it was. I had nightmares about the same man. Terrance. He then laughed and his warm sickening breath clung to my face.

"Oh, how I warned you." He said again. I heard a click and then I felt a sharp item press again my thought. It was a knife. I began to cry harder.

"If I uncover your mouth... will you promise not to scream?" I slightly nodded my head, but winced when I felt a warm liquid run down my neck. I then realized that even the slightest movement and the blade would puncture my throat further.

"Good." He said as he removed his hand from my mouth.

"Not a sound or your dead." He snarled. With that, he threw me on the ground and before I could react, he was on top of my with the knife pressed against my neck. His hand traveled up my stomach to my breast. He trailed along the neckline of my dress. He then pulled the neckline down an exposed my breast. I gasped in shock when he pressed the knife harder against my neck, but was cut off. I choked on my own whimper and tried to sink in closer to the ground.