Darkness.Fear.The Unknown. Frank is alone.On his way home something unknown makes an appearance. ONE-SHOT. Very Short
It was dark tonight, I tipped my head back to look at the sky, the clouds were rolling around like angry bee's waiting for the signal to attack,
I was about to look forward again when I felt the first drops of rain hitting my face, the coldness of the water biting into my skin. It started falling in earnest after almost a minute and I was instantly soaked and lost in the sheet of rain.
"Shit, Motherfucker!" I muttered. I started to shiver as the wind picked up, it had quite a chilly bite to it, I was going to get fucking sick again, I knew it, with my pathetic excuse of an immune system.
I was walking past the graveyard and something caught my eye I don't know why but I turned to fully face it, but nothing was there, that was weird. I carried on walking but there it was again!
I saw something in my peripheral vision, a flash of black and white but as quick as it appeared it was gone again.
I got that crawling feeling you get when you feel like your being watched, it was fucking creepy, I carried on walking pretending not to notice, nervously scratching at my neck where my tattooed scorpion was as I secretly glanced around feeling more scared and nervous with every passing second, motherfucking graveyards! Why do they have to be so fucking creepy!?
There was definitely someone or something there watching me. Stalking me. I just knew.
I started to speed up without ever consciously telling my body to do so but I could hear footsteps behind me now and so I sped up again purposefully this time.
My breath started coming in gasps as I started to panic and I ran, ran as fast as I could, my sneakered feet slamming against the sopping wet ground the sound echoing back to me and I couldn't tell my own footsteps from whatever was following me anymore, making this whole fucking situation even more scary than I wanted to admit to myself, my lungs were burning and felt like they were shrivelling, giving up on me in my time of need. Fucking traitors
Why did my body hate me so much!? I was going to have to stop or I might die from not being able to breathe properly.
I got around a corner and leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, bent over with my hands against my knee's trying to calm my pounding heart before it leaped out of my chest and ran away from me. Away from this situation.
I gasped in shock as something grabbed me from behind, put it's hand over my mouth, muffling my screams for help and my pleas to be let go as it dragged me away into the darkness...
Thanks for reading please R&R. Hope it wasn't too bad