GREEN. That is the one and only color I can see a the dark spots, hindering my vision, fade away. Panting, I kneel down, positioning my backpack over my right kneel, my trembling fingers fumbling for the cap of my water bottle.
A small smile makes its way on my face; it is such a blessing to see the thing that we depend on for survival in the wilderness. I gulped down sips after sips...untill the choking feeling in my throat buries down. Glancing at my watch: 09:10- two hours since I was climbing the cliff...Pretty long, eh? And still no luck.
I have arrived at the this particular cliff-The Bermuda Cliff-on one research work assigned to me regarding the supernatural and the physiological science. Until now I have not come to acknowledge the presence of any paranormal activity around me, though. "This is gonna be the worst project assigned to m that I haven't been able to accomplish," I say out aloud, "phew!" I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my forehand.
At the eleventh hour, just when I was about to carry on to the highest point of the cliff; my bag starts to move upwards. "What the....?" A Gasp escapes my parted lips. Having no belief in myths and mysteries, I was determined that it was related to the Earth's gravity pull to the utmost centre of the cliff..
Uh...this is quite a small chapter, guys...
STAI LEGGENDO
On The Run
Teen Fictionjournalists, random tourists, people from other countries wud visit that place...the place where Isabelle Ryder's most dreaded nightmares live. Let me introduce you to Isabelle Ryder. She's a pretty, young girl in college. People might mistake her...
