I ran and ran and ran. I kept hoping that I would find something or someone. I passed through the forest and finally heard a car. I started running towards the noise and ended up on a street. I saw a car coming towards me, I waved and yelled. The car stopped near me and I went up to it. They rolled down their window.
"Hi. I'm lost, could you tell me how to get back to the civilization and if it is far could you give me a ride?" I asked. They pointed up the road and not even 100 feet away, was the city. "Oh...thanks," I said nervously. They drove off and I started walking in and around the city. It looked familiar. Most stores were closed and there was hardly anyone out. Just few people, which scared me. It was late, and I had to find somewhere to be safe.
Since it looked familiar, I did some exploring. I quickly found a bridge. I knew exactly where I was. Not at home, but only about 90 miles away. I have an aunt who lives here. But she was about half a mile away. Time to get walking.
By the time I was close to her it was three in the morning and there was a high chance she wouldn't even answer. But it was my only hope so I kept going. I got to her house and knocked on the door. No answer, and no noise. I tried to open the door and it cracked open. I walked inside and I screamed and started crying. It was horrifying.
There was blood smeared on the walls, leading up to her bedroom. There she was, with her hands cut off, hanging from the ceiling fan. Then I heard it, whistling. Whoever did this was still in the house. A demonic laugh filled the house. Then they left, without a word. I was scared to leave, but staying would get me no where and would drive me insane. So I took her keys and went outside to her car. I unlocked the door and put the key in the car.
Then a large black van hits the car. I hit my head on the wheel and everything becomes blurry for a second. Someone gets out and I hear their footsteps. Then they opened the door...
