Oh why did I do that? I was walking slowly, wondering if I would arrive in time, because my cousin would be waiting for me in the morning. Five minutes walking and I found myself in total darkness. No cars. No people. Nothing, nothing at all. For a few seconds all I could hear was my heart beating fast and my slow, steady steps. It was then that I heard a ghostly noise, like a scream. Like something or someone trying to escape. Or was I just imagining it?
No, it was real. And then I stopped. I looked down and I saw a single finger emerging off the ground. Now I wasn’t scared, I was absolutely terrified! Compared to this, the man at the bus was like a dream, and this was the nightmare. The finger looked rotten, dead. The finger slowly showed to be part of a hand, which then showed to be part of a revolting, grotesque monster. Its skin was starting to disintegrate. Its eyes were dark like a wolf’s fur and when it looked at me I felt like it was looking at my soul. I was hypnotised for a few seconds. I couldn’t stop staring. Was it a monster? Was it only my imagination? I realised I would have to run from that thing which seemed to have just awakened from the dead if I wanted to survive. But I couldn’t. My legs were immobile, frozen, dead.
I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn’t just a dream. Or nightmare. But it was real. It was there. It was tall, big and it looked angry, like it didn’t want me there. I took a step back. So did it. I ran, I ran as fast as I could, but I didn’t want to look back, simply because I was freaked out and frightened! But I could hear it. It was still behind me. I felt hair standing in places I didn’t even know I had hair.
As I ran I tripped and fell. The thing came towards me, grabbed my ankle and pulled me with its filthy fingers. It picked me up, held me by my shoulders. It was strong, and it held me firmly. I tried to escape by moving my legs in a way that could hurt the thing. It didn’t. It only made it angrier. I screamed, but apparently I was nowhere to be heard. I still had no idea why that thing was after me. What have I done wrong? Is it something about my past? A warning about my future?
As I said before, that thing looked like it had just awakened from the dead, so, as a piece of skin was coming off its face, it let go off me for a second to peel the rest of the skin off, leaving it all hanging to bones. I was disgusted, but that was my chance to survive. I ran for a few minutes too scared to look back.
I saw a light. A light in a sea of darkness. Was it a car? Was it God coming to get me? I needed to stop; I just could not go on anymore. The light was the headlight of my bus. I screamed. I ran, I jumped, I done everything to be noticed. And I was. People came towards me, but the monster was nowhere around. I was sweating, still in shock. I told them what happened but they probably thought I was some sort of lunatic. But I know it happened. That’s not the sort of thing you just imagine. Why me though? Why that night? The one and only thing I knew is that I really didn’t want to find out.