Beatles Horror Stories

TWIST and Shout

Paul breathed heavily as he quickened his pace down the sidewalk.

He was the only person outside, for the sun had set some time ago. 

Earlier, he had decided to go out for an evening stroll, taking special care to dress in such a way that no fans would recognize him.

But now, he was starting to regret it.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer.

"Oh, why did I come out here?"

At first, Paul wasnt worried about them. But, as time went on, they didn't go off in another direction or stop.

He knew that he was being followed, for he had passed by the same area multiple times already.

Paul was too nervous to look behind him, since that would give away that he had noticed the person following him.

The city wasn't too familiar to him either, so he didn't know where to go.

Taking in a breath, Paul slowed to a stop right next to an entrance to an empty park.

The footsteps behind him stopped as well, and all was silent.

Paul stood still for a moment, thinking about what to do.

Quickly, he ran into the park, taking refuge behind a rather large bush.

The footsteps came racing into the park as well, and Paul tried to silence his breathing as best he could.

Glancing behind him, Paul saw that he was right next to a thankfully empty pavement path, and he turned back around, hearing the footsteps in the distance.

Suddenly, the sound of crunching grass went away, and Paul waited.

Had the person finally gone away?

Before Paul could stand up...

"AA-"

Paul felt a hand cover his mouth and another wrap around his body from behind.

The person pulled him up off of the ground, keeping the bassist turned away from him.

Paul struggled until...

He heard the person behind him laugh...

A very familiar laugh...

"Ah Macca, " John stated as he took his hands off of Paul and turned him around, "did I scare you?"

Paul glared at him.

"Shut up, Lennon."

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Well, does the title make sense now?