Do you ever wonder if you are being watched when you are alone. This is the story of Toby Mathews a 26 year old marathon runner that had his life planned out but one simple mistake costed him his life or was it an imagination that caused him his life. “Hey mom, yes I am getting ready for the marathon. I don’t think we will have it today because it looks like it is going to storm really bad. Ok mom bye love you too.” “Maybe for my warm up I will run through the marsh and onto the marathon?” I get on my running gear and I head out. While I am running I can’t help but think if we do run how crappy of a run it is going to be. When I get to the marsh I stop to time myself. I started the time and ran like an old grandpa because there was sticks …show more content…
His old white buick wasn’t there and his curtains that were originally wide open are closed now. “Maybe he is out at work or something.” I walked away from his house toward the marsh. It is like 8 o’clock when I get to the marsh. I remembered that it is a rugged terrain to run. I started my time, but something caught my eye I saw the old white buick parked on the side of the road by the entrance to the marsh. “That is really weird, I never see that car over here at all.” I examined the car, I saw nothing that would point to a suspicious or creepy, so I didn’t mind it at all. I looked at my stopwatch “man five minutes and thirty-five seconds have passed” I just turned my stopwatch so I can keep an eye out just in case something bad happened. I convinced myself that everything was okay. I guessed I never realized how scary the marsh looks at night time, especially when there is a storm going on. So I keep marching on. Then I enter the prettiest part of the marsh, the field, but then that is when I hear …show more content…
I turn slowly my heart beating out of my chest, nothing was there. I heard it again, but in a different direction, but closer now. I make the decision to run, to run away from the noise as fast as I could, my legs feeling like they could go at any moment. I turn frantically hoping that whatever I heard was an animal, but it isn’t. I see this suspicious character holding something in his right hand. I looked at something else and looked at the person , but the character was even closer now. I could see the object now in his right hand, it is a knife. This fog and mist arose from the field and surrounded him so I took this chance to run away from him, but curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped and looked back. As the mist and fog cleared, he was gone. “What the hell”!? I turned frantically and started to sprint the other way. I sprinted the other way for a good mile not looking back, afraid he would be chasing me. I hid behind a tree to catch my breath, kneeling down. I see feet facing towards me. My heart is now beating faster than I can count. I look up to see who it is. It is the guy with the old white buick and pointed at me through the window. His face looks like someone took a torch to it and let his face engulf in flames, his eyes are blacker than night with no white in them what so ever, he also had the creepiest smile anyone could ever have. I try to run away like a fugitive chasing away
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
I slowly took its hand as it leads me further into the forest as crushed leaves blended with the dirt that sticks to the ground, awkward but dreary steps shattered the silence of the darkness. The sound of heart-wrenching screams and the stench of blood caught my attention. “What is that noise and that foul smell, “ I asked the creature with fear and disgust laced in my voice, the creature ignored me which caused me to grow
Sports are not for everyone. I tried a variety of sports throughout my childhood but I was never really athlete material. I am as slow as a turtle and I have little to no hand-eye coordination, but I gave each sport a try. It was truly a shock when I decided to run cross-country since I had no speed whatsoever.
He turned around so that he could see what was awaiting him… he saw a man figure again, but this time he was a lot closer than ever before, the man he saw much closer wasn’t moving at all, he was just standing there, as if stalking until he had the chance to go in for the kill.
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
All I had on my mind was that I had to run to live or give up and die. The sound of twigs breaking are getting louder so I sped up even more. Feeling the wet, soggy bark as I stumble through the Forrest. I don't think this guy is going to stop chasing me. Eventually my feet give up and I'm leaving blood foot prints everywhere.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
The hum of the engine is cut short by a swift motion of keys. The door opens with a quiet creak, to reveal a tall hooded figure emerge from the shadows. The figure examines the dark, ominous buildings towering before him. A small piece of concrete lands just a few metres in front of him. His only reaction is a slight chuckle from under his breath.
it got too late. I walked into the woods and soon I was beside a lake
He just threw his advise and vanished as if he was an illusion leaving behind one single evidence of his subsistence - the dried goat’s blood over my face. The short man stayed there longer canvassing the blade in his hand by his eyes covered with alternating glimpse of hesitation and clouds of tenaciousness. I stayed on obnubilating in my shelter until he commenced moving away. Subconsciously, I found me propelling myself up and over with the world around me turning upside down. I felt so weak but my enthusiasm kept me persuading this deep wish of following him.
Hearing nothing except for the echoes of 'Laaa...Laaa…Laaa...Laaa...' I cautiously creep along the gory footpath to see the dead bodies lying on the grainy dirt. A chill ascends from my knees; I feel it mounting onto my waist and reaching for my heart. The stench of dead carcasses trails across the air as I approach the river. The water has turned from an aqua blue to a pale red. What has happened?
...ly, slowly, pacing like my life depended on it. I reached the door and heard a quieter hissing of the voices I heard in the hallway earlier and when I turned I saw him standing there in the corner of the room, I couldn't see his face, only a silhouette. I turned my gun on him but for some reason I was moving in slow motion, for some reason I was having thoughts that weren't mine, and I felt my mind slowly, painfully, drifting into insanity. I lost my balance, collapsed from a complete lack of mental stability, and soon the world was spinning. I don't know how much time passed before he came over to look at me, apparently to give me a good look at his face, but for some reason when we locked eyes my mind was rapidly seeing visions and symbols that I didn't understand, my mind collapsed in on itself and everything turned black.
Snap! A branch just broke to the right of me. Rustling sounds are coming from the bushes. I look to the left, then the right. Nothing! I can't see anything, but I know there has to be something out there; noises just don't arise on their own. I look all around, searching every bush, tree, and shady spot to try and locate the noises; then, peace and quiet again. The calming sounds of birds chirping, the distant roar of the river, and the wind blowing leaves around, cover up the scary noises that I just heard. The back of my mind just won't forget those eerie noises, and I look all around me every five seconds for some kind of beast.
Too late! He had heard me. Why had I been so stupid as to scream? I had lost valuable seconds and drawn negative forces to me.
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...