Jackey woke in a cold and lonely room. There was no light, save for a tiny breach below the door which was maybe four feet away from her. She tried to stand but couldn't, her hands were tied above her head to seperete ends of a thin steel pole. and her legs were wraped in make shift rope. Clothes were bundeled up infront of her - she assumed that it was removed from the pole above her to make space for her to be bound. She caught on quickly to just what was happeneing. She pieced together her memories - tiny parts of what happened earlier appeared in her minds eye. "Holy fucking shit" She remembered what she could only describe as a ghost attacking her and miss Smith. "Why would a ghost lock me in a closet?" she said under breath as she tugged at her binds. Then she heard a booming voice in the distance "NO!" and then a wracket. Glass shattered. Furniture screatched. A girl shrieked out in fear. A wolf growled then there was a shattering 'bang' - followed by a deafening silence. Jackey felt a wave of chills spread from the back of her neck down her spine and then to her toes. She started breathing in a panicked manner of short breaths while she was tugging at her binds to get loose. She kept on tugging for a while and just as the bindstretched far enough she slipped her one hand free. She started working on the other hand, when it too was free she felt a sruge of relief rush over her. But that vapourized instantly when she heard a heavy footstep outside her door. Jackey wanted to run, she wanted to hide but in this cubicle she knew she had been found out. Carl opened the door by ripping it off it's hinges. Light surged into the small space and he saw Jackey bundled up in the corner of the room - sobbing in fear of what was to ... ... middle of paper ... ...n excitement as she started building to a climax. Then she started shuddering but he did not relent. Even though she was convulsing and spasming he kept at it. She clawed at his back as her legs locked behind his back. He grinned slightly knowing that he still had a few minutes before he would come. She Felt another orgasm buildign in her lions even though she was still amidst her first. She laughed ridiculously then pulled together. Carl grunted as he too reached his peak. Every muscle in his body flexed for a moment then he collapsed ontop of her - his head resting on her bossum. Then suddenly he felt stronger - more alive. His joints stopped acheing and his wounds stitched themselves up leaving tiny scars as reminders that they were once there. Danielle on the other hand passed out. Carl stood up cradeling her in his arms. from there he walked her into the cabin.
store. When they entered, Jack stole a candy bar and three packs of gum while giving Diane two boxes of candy to put in her purse. The store owner sees them and runs to stop them.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
All the color in her face seemed to drain away as the hand started to create a bigger hole in the door. Another inhuman scream echoed through the room.
At the same time, another claw to match drew her all the way into the room, and the next moment the door closed behind her” (123) implying the possessive nature of the first old lady. The room was tiny with a lot of furniture and “the room smelled wet even the bare floor” (123), a smell of dampness and decay permeated through the air. The window shade was down, it was dark and the only door was now shut for Marian. Although the room was full of furniture the place and the inmates were stripped of any life that Marian was acquainted with and was like the bare
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
“You’re very different.” He spoke in a quiet voice his face eye level with her waist. Her hair fluttered with her nodding head, her lips smashed together knowing she should protest or run or scream, but her body was frozen. The air around them felt very thick, like everything was in slow motion.
Again, Kristy didn't hear the slightest bit of movement so she went upstairs to look. When she got upstairs she turned to the right, walked a couple of steps, and stood in front of the already open door to Temprence's room. As her mom, Kristy thought that this was very odd because she rarely left her door open, especially when she has people over and they're in her room. Kristy approached the room, gently and subtly she opened the door to Temprence's room. She was shocked at was she saw, or more like didn't see in the room. Kristy then, walked into the room, the girls weren't there so she started searching for a note saying that they might have just gone somewhere really quickly. Instead of finding a note she found that the window was open and the safety screen had been removed. She took a couple steps so she was in front of the window and looked outside, all she saw was the screen outside directly in front of the window on the
Elizabeth had been in a coma for 2 very long years. Every second of which she was painfully aware of her condition, but unable to give any sign of her undeniable brain activity. So she had simply been...there. In some type of limbo. And now, finally a change. Although a scary one.
Armin kept his hands clasped together in his lap, pulling and twisting at his fingers like an old dish rag. His nerves were at an all time high and the stress was eating away at his insides like a persistent virus that wouldn't go away. Armin shifted nervously in his chair, his fingers remained intertwined, and he clenched his jaw. He glanced around the room, from corner to corner, as if he was waiting for something, or someone, to pull him out of this nerve-wracking situation.
The wretched sack was ripped off her head, along with some of her hair. She was yanked back by the neck of her dress, forced into a kneeling position. Ropes wrenched at her wrists and ankles, tearing at her scabs. Cautiously, her eyes slid open to blinding pain as she stared into the sun. At first, she could only pick out the most prominent details, but the blurriness gradually faded. She felt groggy, as if she had been knocked out. Trees
The phone fell from the woman's hand, landing with a loud crash on the tile floor and busting to pieces. No matter how hard she'd try, she couldn't help the sobs that escaped from her mouth. They became louder and louder, until suddenly they came to a stop. All emotion flooded from her body, and she lay there motionless on the tile. Her two young children hovering over her, fear evident in their eyes. She sat up, grabbing her two young children into her arms, hugging them tighter than she ever had.
She remembers it all now. She feels him digging his head in her belly, again. She feels his strong hands holding her. She feels him on her cheeks. Now, he starts rubbing his hands on her back when suddenly the door bell rings.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
All the girls were planning a sleep over at Jessica's. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, and she refused to stay alone. We began our evening of freedom by resuming our scary stories. Before we realized it, another hour had passed. The scare from the stories must have gotten to us, because before we headed upstairs we made sure every single light in the house was on.