Standing in the clearing, fog surrounding her, it sent chills through her body. It was like nowhere she’d ever been before. Taking a good look around, she could see a figure coming towards her. As it came closer, a wave of fear rushed through her freezing her to the spot. Something about it seemed off about it, like it was a man and something more at the same time. With every breath it came closer and closer. She shook still frozen in place as her mind raced. There were so many questions going through her mind. What did it want, what was it? Licking her lips she tried to steady herself as it stopped just feet from her. Bracing herself for whatever might come her way, she watched it carefully. It seemed to sniff the air before turning and starting to walk away. Every part of her wanting to bolt she stood her ground as it looked right at her. “What do you want?” She finally managed to get out. It shook its head and turned without a single word. As it began to walk away the fog poured in, thicker than before. “You.” It was a murmur, its tone giving nothing away. A ripple of pain and fe...
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
She had to get her sister out of these dreaded woods right away. Then the soft whistle of the bird came from above her head. The bird led her to find her sister; it had to lead her home now. The bird whistled even louder now. Agnes knew what she needed to do. “Follow me!” Agnes yelled to Mary. The two girls followed a narrow path when suddenly Agnes recognized they were on their way home. Agnes sighed in relief. Suddenly, Agnes heard a deafening scream come from her sister 's mouth. Mary’s tiny feet dug into the ground as a heavy man was forcefully dragged her away; it was the kidnapper. The kidnapper must have weighed close to 250 pounds. He had a jet black ski mask over his face with a black sweatshirt, pants, and shoes. His body appeared disproportionate as his legs were stubby and his torso was lengthy. Agnes’ mind was racing. She needed to save her sister, but how? Agnes looked around frantically when suddenly she saw the bird perched on a pointy, coarse, medium sized rock. Agnes heaved the rock and delivered a strong hit to the kidnapper’s head. The kidnapper glanced up at Agnes, but then his black beady eyes started to spin as he fell to the ground. Mary broke free of his grasp as he now laid on the ground unconscious. The girls made eye contact and then in a split second they began sprinting down the narrow path. The whistling bird soared above them as the girls ran close behind it. Then they came to a clearing where they saw a spacious
Our backs hunched over as we started lifting sustainable sandbags with our drained muscular arms onto a dark wooden shelf. The scorching sun heated up the unswept metal fence behind us. Our feet were burning as we stood on the blistering concrete floor. We were sweating from every inch of our dried out body’s. Looking around the isolated area the smell of freshly cut grass starts to fill up in the atmosphere. The crinkled brown autumn leaves abandoned the thin branches sticking out from the ancient oak tree stood in front of us. A mysterious slim figure approached us from the distance. As the strange shadow got closer to me I could see a velvet red knee high dress blowing in the wind; bright red lipstick on a slim face, it became clear to me that it was Curley’s wife! Her devilish eyes looked deep into our sole as she stroked silky, exotic hair with her perfectly painted, red finger nails. “Hey boys” she called. I looked away with no interest; Lennie followed my lead. Her face went from a cheery smile to a sulky frown and she bashfully strolled
The snow curled in my hair and rushed against my rose red cheeks. My heart pounded and my stomach glitched up and down like a pixel. The lift dodged by a big old yellow sign reading: “The Sweet Express.” The words willowed in my mind over and over again. As if it was digging into my brain and placing itself in the category labeled fear.
Her lungs burnt and her breath caught in her throat. Every second she wasted was a second closer to losing him. Then she saw him, a distorted shadow in the moonlight. She cried out his name again through chapped lips. Tears pooled in her eyes, like a gentle ocean resembling her bleeding heart. Mascara smudged around her cheeks like charcoal. She stumbled forwards, her legs threatening to give way. Rough edged rocks tore at her clothes, slashing her trousers like something in a horror movie. But she had to keep going. After all they had been through, she couldn’t lose him now. Not
the nameless girl lead me by hand with complete confidence of the destination. Although I should be worried her look of determination assured me of the importance of what she was leading me to. The sun began to peek through the trees telling me that I should be home right now. The peaceful morning had faded morphing into day. The voiceless girl stopped brusquely. Relieved, I stood beside her examining the forest around us. Pine needles covered the ground removing sight of any dirt beneath them. The trees rested high above our heads shading us from the sun. Scrub oak bushes sprouted from the earth in every direction. The little girl's eyes darted from tree to tree begging them to reveal something to her. I searched with her, seeking the sight of some urgent emergency. Her eyes caught sight of what they had been looking for and she rushed over to a small pine tree ran to the backside, and motioned with both hands for me to come quickly. I cautiously walked to the back of the tree and a petite gray bird with a white belly. It small black eyes were slightly closed, and although he was not moving his shallow quick breath indicated he was still alive. The unfortunate creature’s neck was logged in the space between the branch of the tree and the trees side leaving him trapped. A minor amount of blood streamed down the side of the tree trickling down to the pine needles resting on the ground. The anxious eyes of the little girl beside me returned to me searching for guidance. I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it again with pure befuddlement. I looked at this little girl and her beseeching eyes feeling my heart break because I truly did not know what to
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air (39).
It's dark out. The street remains quiet and the sounds of the city have faded. A woman walking down the street crosses, her heels thumping against the sidewalk. As she walks further into the night she feels a presence upon her. Suddenly the worries of the day have escaped her mind. All she can think about was the increasing echo of heavy footsteps behind her. Heart beating, she skips along the street, heels thumping with every step. She reaches a stoplight, and her heels come skidding to a stop. Her chest is aching and she's beginning to accept her fate, when, the man steps into the light with her. At first she looks away, praying that he won’t choose her as his next victim. As the seconds vanish, she decides to turn, to take a peek at the man breathing quietly beside her. Her brown hair whips around her shoulder and she clutches her handbag studying the man. It was difficult to make out his face in the poorly lit corner, but as she examined him she took note of his shiny blue eyes and light complexion. Without delay, her shoulders relax, and she releases the tight grip
Just around 10:30 p.m. Martha Jones prepared herself to get ready for bed. Brushing her teeth, washing her face, and getting into the appropriate clothing. She couldn’t seem to get something off of her mind, she had noticed that for the past couple of days that a strange man dressed in all black had been following her. Tonight the strange and mysterious man followed her home just walking on the opposite side of the street as her, not letting his eyes off of her watching as she enters her home and shutting the creaky door behind her.
Suddenly she felt a touSH on her arm, but quick jerking aroND she saw only the menacing shadows brought by the luminous lightning striking in the night sky. As she turned back to the window the cold ghostly apparition of a small girl stood on the porch. Jenny blinked quickly ,but she was still there motioning for her to come outside. Jenny closed her eyes in horror, and reluctantly opened them again to see no one there. She could not contain her curiosity and softly walked to open the door and slowly walked outside to search for this child who seemed to need her so
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
Margot stared at the monster that loomed before her, face to face with her worst fear: the cafeteria filled with people. Emphasis on people. The biggest obstacle of Margot’s day was taking the terrifying step into the madness. Heart pounding. Hands shaking. Head down. Eyes closed. One of her dirty, withered, off-white sneakers lifts off the ground...almost there...three...two… “Outta my way!” a hard shoulder slams into her and she crumbles to the floor as a group of boys push past her into the endless sea of people. She was a ghost to them, just a piece of nothingness, just an object in their way. Margot picked herself up and brushed away the single tear that had slipped out of her eye and slowly scuttled into the swarming sea. All Margot
The air felt heavy and I felt as if something tragic was going to happen. I pulled down the sleeves of my jacket and glanced around the room. And then I saw her. I was so confused; why the hell was she in my class? What does whe want? Who even is she?!
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.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.