Things That Go Bump in the Night

Things That Go Bump in the Night

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Click My body automatically goes into flight mode at the signal of a switch blade being opened, pulling the door handle as fast as I can. The door doesn't budge. I realize too late that I haven't unlocked my car yet. A hand grabs my mouth and I suppress a scream, knowing a single movement might provoke the blade to slide underneath my throat. My eyes snap to the rearview mirror in hopes of identifying my attacker. Unfortunately, the limited lighting could only outline the shadow of a man - a man that could possibly leave me to be eaten by vultures in this barren wasteland. Act natural. Just stay cool, calm, and collected. "Hello!" my voice squeaks and cracks at the last syllable. Not cool dude. He'll probably throw you off a cliff now. . As expected, the blade threatens to dig further into my skin. It splits open to allow a drop of blood to roll down to the base of my throat. Or chop off your head. "Help me please," the shadow whispers, colored with desperation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ not a horror story I promise This is just my submission for an english assignment I wanted to share with you all
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I woke up in a metal cell, wearing some kind of black jumpsuit and bulletproof vest. It was strange that I knew the room was metal, or it was a cell, when I couldn't remember my own name. Or where I came from or what I was doing here. The room was tiny. My feet touched the door when I lied down. I stood up and pushed the door. Solid. Locked. It wasn't meant to be opened. I stepped back and analysed the situation. One - if it was not meant to be opened, it had to be opened. Two - I didn't know what was outside. Three - I didn't want to be locked up. The third reason outweighed all the others. Instantly, I knew what to do.

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