Running;
Something was chasing me, but what?
I looked behind my shoulder, it was out of site.
I stopped out of breath, my sides aching.
I collapsed on the ground;
barely able to breath without my ribs aching.
Suddenly something grabs my neck;
I black out.
When I awake I had been moved to someone's basement.
There were pictures of people all over the walls;
mine was circled in blood.
There was a mini fridge in the corner;
I tried to reach it, but I was chained to the wall.
The door slowly creaks open as a dark figure steps in.
I pretend to be unconscious;
They glance at me thinking of what to do to me.
The grab a metal, newly sharpened knife.
They throw it at the wall and hit my neighbors picture, a girl only 14, one year younger than I.
I gasp and hope that they didn't noticed.
My hope didn't work.
They race over to me and I see that it is Charley Benson, a boy from my grade who disappeared two years ago.
He had on a sly smile.
He looked different now, covered in scars and scratches over his revealing body.
I turned to the wall, hoping he would leave.
He laughed at me and left.
I got up and walked around, wondering what he would do next.
The only thing I could reach was a cup of water.
I hap realized that the other girls in my grade who had disappeared and never been found where here, in this house.
I tried to find a window, but the only one had been blocked off.
Suddenly the door burst open and Charley came toward me.
He grabbed the top of my head and my chin.
He moved his hands to my left.
I heard a distant crack.
Charley Benson had broken my neck and now went after my neighbor.
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