As John drove through the narrow countryside lanes, he began to think about the bizarre things that had happened to him that day. There were continuous questions arising through his head. Why did his wife actually engage in a conversation with him? This would be ok in normal circumstances however John and his wife hadn’t been getting on. Why had she suddenly become so interested in him and his life? Why was she acting as if nothing had happened between them previously; that everything was perfect like old times? All these questions were racing through John’s mind at the speed of light. He had always loved Stacey, even through their rough patches, but now he also felt as if she was beginning to feel the same way again, especially if her recent actions were anything to go by. Maybe he was thinking too much and should just be grateful for the fact that she was showing him all this interest. John began to feel as if the happiness which had once left him was gradually returning back into his life.
How wrong was he…Little did he know that the woman who he thought was going to bring happiness back into his life, actually intended to end his life.
“Hey Stacey, mission accomplished!” exclaimed Mark in his cruel spiteful manner. “That’s excellent honey, now that gullible John will die and we will get all of his money” chuckled Stacey. “He was like putty in my hands”, she added. “He doesn’t have a clue. Did you do what you needed to do to get the job done?” added Stacey. “Yes! Of course I did Stace, I know the insides of a coach like the back of my hand, the first stage of the plan is falling into place right about now and come to think of it, I had better go as I need to be somewhere round about now. Will call you when it’s all done, love you”. Mark hung up and was on his way to fulfil the second stage of the plan...
John was driving the coach down the constricted lanes; it made a peculiar noise forcing him onto the hard shoulder where the coach grounded to a halt. John saw trees and forests in the far distance. He thought that the only option he had to receive help was to go searching within the gloomy forest.
John was frightened and terrified of what he would encounter in the forests, but thought that it was his only chance of coming into contact with a person who could help him. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of the twigs and leaves under his feet. He looked around in search of anyone that could help him, but somehow he knew that there was not going to be anyone around. The place was deserted. Then suddenly he saw a grey figure in the distance. He was unable to make out what it was so he shone his torch towards the strange figure. The figure suspiciously and rapidly disappeared. John could feel his heart thumping as fast as the engine of the 7.0 litre Ferraris that he fixed at work. His heart began beating faster as he walked cautiously to where the strange figure stood. He shouted out fearfully, “Who’s there!” but there was no reply. All that was to be heard was the whistling of the wind through the old intertwined trees, and the echo of his terrified voice. He walked deeper into the forest and was surrounded by darkness.
John had been wondering around the forest for some while now trying to get help. Eventually, he decided to make his way back to the coach and wait for any passers by. He walked promptly looking directly towards the street lights. Suddenly through the trees he saw the strange figure which he had seen earlier on. The figure stood directly in front of him. The identity of the unfamiliar figure was shielded by the dark forest trees, and the figure also seemed to be wearing a mask of some sort. John stepped back. The figure moved closer. John turned and ran as quick as he possibly could. It felt as if everything had stopped John was not moving as the figure kept on getting closer and closer, the strange figure out grew John and suddenly he felt a sharp pain to the back of his head. John hit the floor with a heavy thud.
John woke up rapidly, his eyes open, yet closed. He staggered up and could not see anything. It was dark. He collapsed to the floor and his mind was overflowing with thoughts. Suddenly an overwhelming bright light blinded him. It was brighter and more powerful than anything that John had ever seen before. He tried to remember back to what had happened and how on earth he had ended up here, in this small bare dirty room. One minute he was in the coach reminiscing about pleasant times with his wife and the next minute he lay defencelessly on the floor of this dirty enclosed space wondering how on earth he had got here. He looked around and all he saw was white walls, the room was empty and cold. The last place he remembered being was in the forest near a strange figure. He felt a sharp pain in his head; he touched it and noticed he was bleeding. John walked reluctantly, as every muscle in his body ached. He swung the door open noticing a man lying on the floor wounded. To his astonishment, he couldn’t believe that it was Mark. He was covered in blood making it impossible to recognise his features; he staggered to him and nudged him to see if he was alive. Then Mark woke up in a state of shock, and grabbed John shouting, “Help, he’s in there!”
John replied, “Who is?”
“The man who brought us here!” said Mark frantically.
There was a knife which lay beside him and was covered with blood. He picked it up, opened the door and there was no one. Was Mark lying? What had happened to him? These were all the questions occurring in Johns mind. Then he saw a figure, and blood on the floor leading to it. He cautiously followed the path of blood. This lead to a thin fragile man, he checked if he was alive but he was not. He was dead! Mark was behind him and said “it was me that brought you here, you're such a fool John”…
