City Of Horror.

Chapter 1- Letter

City of Horror

Prologue:

Andrew's breath began to dramatically quicken. He was back where his worst nightmare had begun. Any minute now, the whisper would appear after he would see his ally step out with a loaded gun, aiming for him. Right on cue the woman stepped out, looking almost as scared as he assumed he did. A crow watched the girl prepare the gun, and flew off. Then the whisper came. Time seemed to freeze as the trees stopped swaying to the wind, Lucy's loud breathing couldn't be heard, and her wind-swept hair stayed fixed as it was swished to the left. Andrew stopped breathing, too. He held his breath as the slow, terrifying sensation began to start. The whisper hissed in his ear but he didn't need to listen; he'd heard it all before. The warning of death, the other option... Andrew didn't say anything; he just shut his eyes and hoped that it wouldn't last too long. Then the whisper stopped, and something wound against his foot. In his mind's eye he could remember the last time this happened. Time stayed frozen. Lucy kept frozen. Everything did. Nothing moved except his thudding heart and the big black vine currently winding in and out of each leg. Another vine appeared and pulled his arm down, and he fell to the ground. He felt like screaming but he couldn't as the vine had already secured his body to the ground and crept along his jaw and across his mouth. Andrew shut his eyes and felt the weight of the gradually-getting-thinner vine pressed down on the lids. The winding stopped, the vines tightened, and he was pulled deeper into the ground.

Chapter 1: Letter.

It had been a solid month since Andrew had left the house. He would order food and drink online, and would sit on his stool all day, thinking. He lived in a little unpopular town called Matyer, which was above London on the map. Andrew was a very outdoorsy person and loved hiking and camping. He was born in an outdoorsy type place; Matyer was surrounded by numerous amounts of trees and wildlife, a whole lot different to the City right next to it.

It had been one afternoon when he had taken a hike down to the Nature reserve but had read the wildlife map wrong and took a left instead of a right down into the deeper forest. He had only just realised he had taken a wrong turn when he finished his little journey, expecting to find a lovely little beaver dam but had stopped at a pile of logs. He had sat on the logs, and a crow on the tree next to him flew away.

He had heard a faint whisper, and turned around. No-one was there, so he turned back to the map. He made a decision to turn back the way he came, stood up, and attempted a step but fell flat on his face. He tried to pick himself back up but he couldn't. His legs physically couldn't move. His body was secured to the ground, and he was being pulled under...

Andrew blinked and shuddered. That nightmarish memory had stuck with him for a month and he had never thought of anything else. His mind refused to focus on revision or coursework, it seemed like his mind was protesting against any other thought then... that one. He had written his account in a notebook and would read it every day so he would never forget what had happened. As much as he would happily forget, he would never bring himself to see a psychiatrist about it. He had to remember it, because he knew one day someone would need answers. And he would give them gladly; he hated having to keep things to himself. He hated Matyer with a passion, nobody lived there. It was his lack of wealth and the cheapness of homes here that kept him here; if he had the money he would already be packed and running away.

He had, two weeks ago, actually packed up and decided he was going to move back to his mother's. It was only when he had read the newspaper about three kids who walked into the woods and only one came back out that stopped him. It had been the same forest that Andrew had walked in, and got out by a simple mistake. Andrew was lucky to be alive. He walked over to the bookshelf and dug to the back, pulling out a black box as he did so. He opened the lid and took out the extract of the newspaper