The crisp air on the fall morning sprung everyone out of bed. The mounts of dew on the freshly cut grass made it hard not hear the squelch of the mud when someone walked through it. When I was walking to the bus stop to get to school I noticed a tall, big , and muscular man’s shadow walking directly behind me and watching my every move. I got very suspicious so I decided to pick up my paste. When I realized he picked up his paste to I knew he was after me, I turned down this long and dark alley and disguised behind the bushes. The only thing I could think of doing was to call my mom, I told that I was in danger so she told me “ remain quiet so he won’t hear you” I said ok and mumbled what he looked like so she could tell the police. As soon …show more content…
I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck. His squalid hand glided in front of my mouth so it would prevent me from breathing. I began to holler, but the hand in front of my mouth stopped the scream from echoing. I thought to myself that he had must've been experienced kidnapper because I had no way to escape, there was no spot I could run to when I got him off of me and I couldn’t move out of the grasp he had on my body. When he took me into this very old looking warehouse the horrendous smell of blood and grime flooded into my nose. He sat me in a corner and tied my hands and feet up tried to stop him but he was to fast. My eyes were clustered in tears so everything was a blur. When I could see again I noticed two other people. I was stuck in a room like a dungeon but not underground with only one sliver of light. When I turned my head I noticed two other people but couldn’t tell if they were boys or girls. All I could see were wounds as big as baseballs littered all over their bodies. Piles after piles of tears dripped down my dirty and miserable face. I asked who they were and she murmured “ Samantha and Charlotte what’s yours” . In the quietest voice I could make I replied Hannah. But we didn’t talk much anymore because we knew he would hear us and come back in the room. When we heard the loud stomping of a big man we knew he heard us. When he entered the …show more content…
We tip toed out of the room we were in and thought we would be caught but we weren’t. We were running out of the warehouse but we heard feet comings towards us so we hid behind the racks of dirty clothes. When we heard the footsteps go away we got out and searched to see where he went. I stopped dead and I was anxiously looking around so we could hide. We saw him in the room we were supposed to be in and he Screamed “ They left”! We went back to where we were hiding when we heard his footsteps once again we heard them fading so we got up and one of the floorboards creaked we were stuck and this was it. We heard his footsteps darting towards we his right behind a wall where he could clearly see us. But he was to focused on going to the room to even notice us. He was so furious he slammed the door closed to the room and we knew that was the perfect time to escape. We ran and ran but couldn’t find an exit we ran as fast as we could but he caught up I was so tired I was panting and my heart was beating as fast as a lightning bolt striking. We ran back to the center of the warehouse and saw Samantha all bloody laying down on the floor I knew we were in trouble so I began to cry. I fell down to my knees and stayed there until his voice was heard he yelled in a happy manner “ Haha I got you”. He then said “ I can’t believe you fell for this stupid game”. He came running after us with his huge body but we slid
Before I got to him, Priscilla got me in total necklock and I was struggling to break free. My neck was popping so much I thought it was breaking. And then the next thing I know, Priscilla pushes me in her own locker like a stuffed animal. And closes it. “Help! Help!” I yell inside the locker.
All of a sudden the floorboards cracked and the man chasing me had fallen through the floor. When I looked down all I saw was darkness, but that was when the lights in the hallway came on and the man had been impaled on one of the shattered floorboards. Only then had I realised that this entire time I had tears rolling down my face and I suddenly felt awfully sick in the stomach and my body felt saw. I needed to leave, I headed towards the staircase to make my way down, but as I did this, the front door slammed shut. A large man holding a butcher’s knife in both hands stood before me and the front door. They started walking up the stairs, I tried to move but I was stuck in a state of shock. When they reached me they raised the butcher’s knife to my throat and whispered in my ear “Tell anyone about this place and we’ll make money out of your body too”. I gulped, and tried to respond but I was frozen in fear. They walked past me, and once I had regained myself, I left through the front door. When I got home I took the bag off of my back and had a cigarette to recollect myself and started planning for when I would burn down the
Drill music is a hip hop subgenre originating from the South Side Chicago rappers and producers. This genre is prominent in Chicago’s hip hop culture. Drill is recognized by its grim, violent lyrical content and trap-influenced beats. Drill is a slang term that means to retaliate or fight.
The influence of Hip-Hop has never been as great as it is in this day and age. Often dismissed by a majority of America as simply a fad, hip hop has become a global phenomenon and has arguably been the most popular form of music for the past three decades. Hip-Hop has influenced art, language, fashion, culture, and sports. This music has been used to teach elementary level children, it has been taught in undergraduate universities and serves as a bridge for hundreds of philanthropies. The influence of Hip-Hop has also been felt in films. These films range from fictional works, documentaries, and autobiographies. A film known as, Something from Nothing by famous rapper Ice T sheds light on elements within Hip-Hop that have enabled the genre to reach millions of people.
My teacher Mrs.Wilcox quickly got up and said urgently, “ Everyone go into the corner and be quiet.” She locked the door and scurried to join us in the corner. We sat deadly silent just as we heard keys jingling in the keyhole. We all stared at door fearfully just as the lock opened with a pop. A masked boy and man strolled into the room carrying big guns that swinged lazily by their sides. The boy cleared his throat, and said ,” Athena Adrianna Ambrosia rise up or,” his unusual colored eyes lit up mischievously ,” I’ll shoot.” I wobbly stood up trembling in fear. He strolled to me and grabbed my arm and started to drag me to the door while I struggled and pleaded for him to let go of me. He took me out of my classroom and exited the school with the masked man right at our heals. He paused and took something out of his pocket and whispered “Sorry ‘bout this.” He then plunged a syringe into the side of my neck and plunged whatever was in it into my bloodstream. My sight started to cloud and the last thing I saw before
I was walking to the party I was invited to. But nobody was there, so I assumed that I was first to arrive there. While I was waiting for them to arrive I went to go get a drink until Mr. Green and the others came through the door. While we were at a party, we heard somebody scream from inside the kitchen. Mr. Boddy was laying on the floor dead. With him on the floor was a knife, and a rope that his hands and feet were tied with. Now we were thinking who was the murder.
We had all just got back from Des Moines. Alivia, Lexi, Brianna, and I wore sitting on her bed. Our faces lit up with blue because we were on our phones. It was really late I think maybe eleven o’clock. When I glance up and watch the bathroom door creep closed. I freaked out about it trying to scare everyone else. Alivia basically sits on me. Pulling a mound of blankets over our heads. Everyone is screaming and Brianna’s mom, Keri, runs into her room. Then the door opens slightly and that’s when I actually panic. I cling to Alivia and yelling, “Did you see that?” Keri looks very concerned about us and has fear in her own eyes as she jumps into bed with us. We all don’t know what to do. All of us are telling Keri to go look while we hide under the blankets. My mind is racing I personally don’t want to go check because what if there’s a killer in the bathroom. All I can think is I’m too young die.
The police were outside and were here looking for a murderer named Brian. Brian had just escaped from jail and stolen a guard's car. They said that the guard’s car was located right outside of my house. We went into the kitchen to find that the man with car troubles was missing. The police jolted outside to try to catch him. They couldn't find him, but then proceeded to question me about him for what seemed like hours. When they finally left, I went upstairs to go to sleep.
It's dark out. The street remains quiet and the sounds of the city have faded. A woman walking down the street crosses, her heels thumping against the sidewalk. As she walks further into the night she feels a presence upon her. Suddenly the worries of the day have escaped her mind. All she can think about was the increasing echo of heavy footsteps behind her. Heart beating, she skips along the street, heels thumping with every step. She reaches a stoplight, and her heels come skidding to a stop. Her chest is aching and she's beginning to accept her fate, when, the man steps into the light with her. At first she looks away, praying that he won’t choose her as his next victim. As the seconds vanish, she decides to turn, to take a peek at the man breathing quietly beside her. Her brown hair whips around her shoulder and she clutches her handbag studying the man. It was difficult to make out his face in the poorly lit corner, but as she examined him she took note of his shiny blue eyes and light complexion. Without delay, her shoulders relax, and she releases the tight grip
In many genres of music, the lyrics to songs paint vivid pictures of the writer’s views and experiences. From these sources, political and social issues are brought up in the music to reach a wide-range of audiences. A genre which expresses these issues in a grotesque fashion is rap. By some rap is viewed and reject for being “vulgar, profane, misogynist, racist, anti-Semitic, and juvenile” (Lusane) Rap could be seen as music with no meaning other than to promote violence. A Legend in the hip-hop and rap world, Tupac Shakur, however, used his rap and hip-hop music express subjects about violence and poverty in ghettos, police brutality, gang life, and others atrocities that affect him and lower-class Black Americans. (Tupac Shakur Biography)
Where are you?” There was no sign of my mom. I looked around and saw an old grandma sitting on a bench. I ran to her and asked, “Have you seen my mommy anywhere?” She looked at me and didn’t say a word. I got more scared so, I ran away from her. I continued running until I suddenly tripped over a rock which was sitting in the middle of the dirt road. I rolled down the road and saw blood was dripping from my forehead and a bruise on my left leg. Suddenly a huge crowd gathered around me. Everyone stared at me and started whispering about me. “Who is he?” “Why is he sitting here?” Looking at the people, tears ran off my eyes. In nervousness I folded my legs and put my arms around my legs. Later on, a person in black clothes armored tapped on my shoulder and asked me softly, “Hey there little fellow, why you crying?” I looked in his eyes and cried, “I lost my mom in this bazaar and I can’t find her.” He quietly said, “I’m a police officer and I can help you find her”. I then remembered what my mom told me earlier about police. I whipped my tears and nodded my head. I grabbed his hand and he took me around the bazaar. He asked everyone if they know who I am, however, no one knew
This morning I woke up and went walking down my pathway to the bunker door, and suddenly a small black helmet was peeking out of the wheat fields, it moved I quietly ran back up to the house shut the door, locked the windows and doors, and closed the curtains. I picked up the phone to call Tonya, she answered, I warned her, so she came over and we sat on the couch waiting for something to happen. Hours went by, not a single sound was heard around the house, "You are just going crazy from too much bourbon" Tonya Said, "NO i am not I have been sober for 3 years now, I know what I saw!". Tonya thought that I was crazy. Before she opened her mouth there was knocking at the door. We sat quietly, for fear of who it was, we went upstairs as quiet as a mouse, someone pounding at the door constantly, we
You put on a nice dress and cardigan before walking out your house. You Lived in an area where it wasn’t really cold. You walked out your house and got on your bike. It was dark and you rode through a sketchy area. It was bad enough to get kidnapped in broad daylight, but it was the fastest way to your school. The time was 5:40pm and you took your time enjoying the scenery of graffiti. To your luck there was nobody outside; this always made you happy because the people in this neighborhood were really intimidating, so you always tried to block them out from your head as you rode through. You were halfway down the street until you heard a scream from alleyway closest to you. Slowly and quietly you rode past trying to see what was happening. Your eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The scene of a man hovering over somebody’s limp body slowly tearing the person apart like a hungry wolf. The man or THING was was pale and skinny. You looked a little longer to notice the mans unusual hair color. “No” you whispered to yourself. The man had hair as orange a pumpkin. “Doyoung” you blurted out; you quickly covered your mouth knowing that your mistake could cost you your life. He looked up at you. Your eyes widened in shock and fear. You must be crazy you though to yourself. Right in front of you; your best friend stood covered in blood. His eyes were a deep red and his teeth had fangs. He slowly walked to you, but you hightailed your way to
The sun was setting behind low, gray-blue storm clouds. This is the worst day in my life. The sounds of sirens awakened the still roads. A blinking red light from the truck’s turn-signal illuminated our darkened home. I shielded behind the curtain and clenched my fingernails in my palm. You are being put into a cage with a collar on your neck. A stranger took over you and got n his car. I peeked at your figure through the window and bite my lips until you vanished in the corner of the street. The world went blurred.
“Now that is creepy. Why are my sister’s dolls down here anyway?” I said out loud. “Whatever.” So I just kept walking to the movie room. As I passed the huge closet and enormous fireplace, I was finally in the movie room. “Wow! This basement is huge!” I thought myself. The finale is about to start so I grab the remote for the 100 by 100 inch TV. I turn it on and right away, white black lines go across the screen. I see a hint of red scattered on the TV. All of a sudden, the TV goes all white and I see that there is not red in the TV, it’s on the TV! I then came to the consensus that it is blood! I started to think about the doll. Suddenly, the lights go out and the TV turns black. Reclined back, I struggle to get up. When I got up, my legs are shaking. I sprint up to the light switch. I tried turning it on but the switch was busted. I rushed to the door. I tried the doorknob, but it was locked! “Somebody had to have done this.” I thought to myself. Thoughts started rushing through my head; I was getting anxiety, I start hearing noises and voices. I listen more carefully, I hear the sound of air hockey table turning on and off, I hear the claps of thunder, I hear scratching coming closer! Closer! Closer! Closer! Closer! Suddenly, the creepy overwhelm me; I hear the piano playing by itself! I looked back at the TV in search of the doll. The TV started turning on and off. The doll was