- geestelijk -

part one

glowing eyes leered at me in the dead of night, i could feel a warm gust of wind brush across my neck, i was being watched. rain was coming down like glass shards, slicing through the air, wind whipped my dark brown hair around, the gravel being swept in all directions as my old tattered sneakers pushed against them. i was running from 'him'.

i could feel the darkness about to enfold me, it was getting harder to breathe, my movement slowed, i felt like i was underwater. suddenly with a bang my movement quickened, oxygen filled my lungs and the darkness was being lifted. a hand appeared in front of me, i looked up and saw a peculiar man standing before my distorted figure.

"hello miss, would you like some help to stand up?",
i was confused, why would i need help up? now i was barely breathing, blood was all over my body but i took all the energy i was possessing and accepted the mans helpful hand.
"thank you sir, um did you see what happened to me?" i asked in a puzzled tone,
"no miss, i just heard a bang and a scream, then i ran over here to find you yelling and scratching yourself".
"oh okay, uh i should being going now, thank you. bye".

i started walking away before the man could respond and i stared up at the sky. it was the night the moon forgot to shine. it's quite ironic actually, at that very moment the atmosphere represented how i felt, empty, 'snap'
my head spun around,
"who's there?" no answer, only an ear splitting cackle, then the darkness came again, my breathing hitched and my pace quickened as i tired to outrun it, but with no luck.