The door-nob continued to rattle. At this point my hands were drenched with tears, I doubtfully took my hand away from my face realising the rattling came to an end. My breathed was hitched. Thumping footsteps came towards the wardrobe I was in. Anything in my reach was grasped and placed over me in a hurry. The door was open with a creak. My cover was taken off one item at a time, as soon as all the clothes were thrown on the sides of the wardrobe the psycho looked me dead In the eyes. Cold hands started clawing my legs. Last thing I felt was a large force hit my head. I was slipping in and out of consciousness while being dragged away leaving a blood trail behind me.
My head was pounding when I woke, the rope rubbing against my wrists and ankles started burning. Obviously my first instinct was to scream but my cries were muffled. I decided to look at my surroundings. Looks like I was in the back of a trunk. Great. I was sat there for a while left to my thoughts. 'I'm going to die.' 'There's not a chance I can escape.' 'Will that psychopath let me go.' 'I'm doomed yet again.' My thoughts suddenly ended when the car came to a sharp stop. My eyes jammed shut, I was to scared to look. The boot door opened. I felt the same cold hands grasp at my ankles, I was being dragged out. The smell of salty water entered my nostrils. My cheeks and elbows were sore for being dragged on the rigged stones. A cold liquid consumed my lower body. I couldn't do anything at this point. My head was now fully under water. The water entering my lungs had a bitter taste, I wanted to leave alive, trying to jolt my self up I figured that some rope was attached to my stomach and wrists. I failed myself. I was left for dead on the 23 July 2009
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Short horror stories
Kinh dịThis book will have lots of different horror stories, some may have part twos some may not, I hope whoever reads this will enjoy my book! Have a good night/ day
