• She ran down a dark hallway her heavy breath echoing of the cobbled walls. She continued to run until she had to stop. "Dead end" she whispered her words thick and raspy from no water and her rapidly failing stamina. Sure she was a track star but this type of running was taking a lot out of her. She turned and quickly turned down the
    right hall in just enough time to see the dark shadow on the even darker wall. She ran, her feet slapping the ground the beat of it matching her heart. She had to get out or else she was going to pass out and be left a sitting duck for the thing behind her. She heard another heart beat sound that could either be a heart murmur or........no, no it had to be a heart murmur there is no way it could be....She turned at the sound of another murmur to find that the answer was what came after the or. The thing walked slow but it was catching up and She couldn't understand it how was this possible. "A dream" she thought "this must be a dream". She tripped on a rock that was sticking out of the earth floor that she didn’t see due to her head being turned. She silently cursed herself for looking back even though she knew that she shouldn’t have. Sharp pain erupted at the back of her head as the thing grabbed a hand full of her hair. The thing reached his hand up to make a small cut at the base of the girl’s throat. A red thick liquid slowly seeped out of the new hole on her neck and slid down her neck and onto her chest showing through her white shirt. Fear gripped her heart like how he had her hair. She Fought against his hold and managed to escape. She ran, her fear replenishing her strength. Quickly gliding through
    the curves and spires of the under ground tavern that had once been the home of satanic worshiping. "There" she thought as a glowing doorway came toward her. She stumbled through it and out into to the cool night air of her small village in Kent. She ran down the streets to her house hoping to see her parents there waiting for her with arms open wide. "This is not a dream" she thought "not a dream and I won". All through the night as she ran toward her house those words kept repeating in her head. "Not a dream, not a dream, not a dream" .This was real and she had beat the man who tried to kill her". She was free, she was saved. She slowed her running to a fast walk as she saw her house. She reached for the door and flung it open with a smile on her face, but it quickly vanished as her
    eyes adjusted to the darkness. Red paint covered the room. The walls, the floor and the ceiling all matched the red stain on her white shirt. Hanging by their hands were two bodies. Their faces matched their stomach. Only a shell of what it had once been, but she didn’t need their faces to know who they were. She knew. A familiar sensation of pain reached the back of her head. She was forced backwards by the unseen hands. Hot breath covered her ear sending chills up and down her spine covering the entire length of her body. A hand holding a knife reached up to her neck. When the cool yet hot blade touched where her neck and jaw met the man whispered "not a dream". She fell and the rest of the agonizing night her red paint matching the stain on her white shirt was added to the walls of room and by morning she stood next to her parents admiring their handy work on the once white red room.