Do you ever wonder if you are being watched when you are alone. This is the story of Toby Mathews a 26 year old marathon runner that had his life planned out but one simple mistake costed him his life or was it an imagination that caused him his life. “Hey mom, yes I am getting ready for the marathon. I don’t think we will have it today because it looks like it is going to storm really bad. Ok mom bye love you too.” “Maybe for my warm up I will run through the marsh and onto the marathon?” I get on my running gear and I head out. While I am running I can’t help but think if we do run how crappy of a run it is going to be. When I get to the marsh I stop to time myself. I started the time and ran like an old grandpa because there was sticks …show more content…
His old white buick wasn’t there and his curtains that were originally wide open are closed now. “Maybe he is out at work or something.” I walked away from his house toward the marsh. It is like 8 o’clock when I get to the marsh. I remembered that it is a rugged terrain to run. I started my time, but something caught my eye I saw the old white buick parked on the side of the road by the entrance to the marsh. “That is really weird, I never see that car over here at all.” I examined the car, I saw nothing that would point to a suspicious or creepy, so I didn’t mind it at all. I looked at my stopwatch “man five minutes and thirty-five seconds have passed” I just turned my stopwatch so I can keep an eye out just in case something bad happened. I convinced myself that everything was okay. I guessed I never realized how scary the marsh looks at night time, especially when there is a storm going on. So I keep marching on. Then I enter the prettiest part of the marsh, the field, but then that is when I hear …show more content…
I turn slowly my heart beating out of my chest, nothing was there. I heard it again, but in a different direction, but closer now. I make the decision to run, to run away from the noise as fast as I could, my legs feeling like they could go at any moment. I turn frantically hoping that whatever I heard was an animal, but it isn’t. I see this suspicious character holding something in his right hand. I looked at something else and looked at the person , but the character was even closer now. I could see the object now in his right hand, it is a knife. This fog and mist arose from the field and surrounded him so I took this chance to run away from him, but curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped and looked back. As the mist and fog cleared, he was gone. “What the hell”!? I turned frantically and started to sprint the other way. I sprinted the other way for a good mile not looking back, afraid he would be chasing me. I hid behind a tree to catch my breath, kneeling down. I see feet facing towards me. My heart is now beating faster than I can count. I look up to see who it is. It is the guy with the old white buick and pointed at me through the window. His face looks like someone took a torch to it and let his face engulf in flames, his eyes are blacker than night with no white in them what so ever, he also had the creepiest smile anyone could ever have. I try to run away like a fugitive chasing away
Sports are not for everyone. I tried a variety of sports throughout my childhood but I was never really athlete material. I am as slow as a turtle and I have little to no hand-eye coordination, but I gave each sport a try. It was truly a shock when I decided to run cross-country since I had no speed whatsoever.
Then I saw him. In the middle of the church half swamped by the blood, he lay. I struggled to my feet and wadded with great difficulty through the coagulating blood. It was definitely him and he had a faint pulse. I dragged him by his arm outside and yelled. The gargoyles that adorned the front of the church were peering down at me. At that moment I saw movement out of the corner of my eye again, but I was startled by the claxon sound warning of a bombing raid.
Out of nowhere, I hear the sound of knocking coming from the
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
I woke up terrified by the sound of static coming from the Television. Rapidly and anxiously, I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and reached over to my nightstand to retrieve my phone, I checked the time and it read 2:30 am. Suddenly my eyes caught sight of the three flashing bold letters engraved on the TV screen that spelt out ‘Run’ in red bloody letters. I stared at the screen puzzled with confusion written all over my face, at first I thought it was possibly one of those horror movies that I was used to watching. That's when screams erupted throughout my house.
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
I wasn’t improving, stuck in an endless dark circle of disappointment and rejection. My coach’s voice at the first mile brings me back to the first race of the season. He shouts my mile time, but his effort is in vain; I am stuck in a large pack of runners and I fail to hear his voice over the roar of worry and determination. I turn around a corner, and a steep hill looms in the distance.
it got too late. I walked into the woods and soon I was beside a lake
All I had on my mind was that I had to run to live or give up and die. The sound of twigs breaking are getting louder so I sped up even more. Feeling the wet, soggy bark as I stumble through the Forrest. I don't think this guy is going to stop chasing me. Eventually my feet give up and I'm leaving blood foot prints everywhere.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
...ly, slowly, pacing like my life depended on it. I reached the door and heard a quieter hissing of the voices I heard in the hallway earlier and when I turned I saw him standing there in the corner of the room, I couldn't see his face, only a silhouette. I turned my gun on him but for some reason I was moving in slow motion, for some reason I was having thoughts that weren't mine, and I felt my mind slowly, painfully, drifting into insanity. I lost my balance, collapsed from a complete lack of mental stability, and soon the world was spinning. I don't know how much time passed before he came over to look at me, apparently to give me a good look at his face, but for some reason when we locked eyes my mind was rapidly seeing visions and symbols that I didn't understand, my mind collapsed in on itself and everything turned black.
He turned around so that he could see what was awaiting him… he saw a man figure again, but this time he was a lot closer than ever before, the man he saw much closer wasn’t moving at all, he was just standing there, as if stalking until he had the chance to go in for the kill.
He just threw his advise and vanished as if he was an illusion leaving behind one single evidence of his subsistence - the dried goat’s blood over my face. The short man stayed there longer canvassing the blade in his hand by his eyes covered with alternating glimpse of hesitation and clouds of tenaciousness. I stayed on obnubilating in my shelter until he commenced moving away. Subconsciously, I found me propelling myself up and over with the world around me turning upside down. I felt so weak but my enthusiasm kept me persuading this deep wish of following him.
The hum of the engine is cut short by a swift motion of keys. The door opens with a quiet creak, to reveal a tall hooded figure emerge from the shadows. The figure examines the dark, ominous buildings towering before him. A small piece of concrete lands just a few metres in front of him. His only reaction is a slight chuckle from under his breath.
Too late! He had heard me. Why had I been so stupid as to scream? I had lost valuable seconds and drawn negative forces to me.