It was cold and dark. Something felt strange as I walked home from my night out clubbing. I decided to check what time it is. 4AM??!! The coastal breeze sent a chill down my spine as I walked along the seafront. I heard a rustle. 'Hello' I said sheepishly, hoping no body would hear me. Another rustle.. somebody is following me. I decided to quicken my pace hoping to outsmart whatever was behind me. Footsteps. Getting closer. I start running. Then darkness.
'Where am I?' I thought to myself. I've started to come round now. I'm on a damp floor? It's so dark but I think the sun is starting to rise. This looks like the old warehouse not farm from the main town centre. It's been abandoned for years... I glance around the room and see a single chair placed in the centre of this empty space. Me being me decided to check it out and see if there is an exit. As I stood up I noticed blood all over my clothes. 'Is this my blood?' I wondered. I'm bleeding. From my head. That's a lot of blood for just one person. Out of no where a sinister laugh came from one of the corners in the room. "You think you could get away from me?" The voice shrieked. "Who are you?!" I called out in fear!
He replied, "I'm your worst nightmare and shit is about to hit the fan!"
YOU ARE READING
No clue where this is going
Mystery / ThrillerNo idea, please no hate as it's my first story. Any ideas or tips would be greatly appreciated!
