Paul Williams Autobiography

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

Everything around me began to blur, including the line between reality and something strange, a place where nothing exists. I could feel myself detaching, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was unplugged and could not find the cord to reconnect myself, my thoughts were screaming over one another and it became impossible to single one out. Everything was fake in that moment, my memories, my feelings, my family, my friends, it was all a hoax that I was stuck in, that I had to be released from. Feeling deceived and unhinged, I remained inert and supine in bed. I covered my face, which was daubed with my tears, and listened to my thoughts all telling me the same thing. I sat up and began to wobble towards the stairs. I heard my sister call out, “I’m leaving Emma!”, and my anxiety intensified. Everything blurred into a combination of panic and tears as my sister tried to calm me down. It took hours to bring me back to

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

As I stepped outside, the cold suddenly rushed to me, wrapping me inside of it. The leaves rustled by on the garden path. My first thought was to go back inside, but I decided to be that wonderful father, and make sure that everything is ok. So I kept walking forward, being careful not to trip on the dark, bumpy dirt path. Then I heard the noise again, a faint vooing, like voo voo voo getting louder and softer. I followed the sound, and then all of a sudden, it stopped. I listened really hard, but i couldn’t hear anything anymore. My conscious said to just go back, but my body took another step forward, for what reason, I have no idea. Then my body felt like it was being stretched apart and all i could hear was VOO VOO

"I'm fine baby, it was you I was worried about." With his arms on her shoulders, Richard peered into Lexi's eyes, and gritted his teeth at the tears that dripped down his cheeks. What happened to her whilst he'd been fucking around, waiting for darkness to come?" Now wasn't the time to ask, and although a rage, directed at Karl Williams, exacerbated by the memories of his own treatment at the hands of the many many years ago, consumed him, and led to the thought of , despited his questions and fears, of streaming through the closed door, and confronting him and Blair Huntington to demand their freedom. However, common-sense overrode emotions and with Lexi clutching on to his hand, he wiped a tear gently from her cheek, and followed her to the

When I regained consciousness, I tried to open my eyes to check my surroundings. However, being so long in darkness, I could hardly see anything. By the stench and the "beep... beep... beep..." sound around me, I knew where I was. A while later, my eyes got used to the bright light and could see much more clearly. The first thing I saw was a doctor looking into my eyes very closely. When I moaned at him, he backed up and smiled. " You will be fine. Just a little painful; doesn't bother too much," he said. Then he turned to my mother, and they chatted for a while. Before he left the room, he turned to me again, "Rest some more." He smiled again and closed the door. His smile was so warm, but not as warm as my mother's. My mother walked up to me, and she pulled a chair and sat down. I was too afraid to look into her eyes; she would be so disappointed because I crashed the brand new car. It seemed like my head weighted 20 kilograms, and I could not pull it up. I

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

I`m just an average 17-year-old girl named Violet Rivers walking home from hanging out with some friends on a Friday night but I had this strange feeling that I was being followed, I started to walk faster but then I heard a noise from behind the bushes. As the curious girl I am I decided to see what the noise was when I looked behind the bushes there was nothing there but all of a sudden everything went black.When I woke up the back of my head was killing me and I was in a dim room lit by a couple of candles with a weird smell and I was in a hospital bed with a small dresser next to it. I got out of the bed feeling a little dizzy, slowly walking to the door, when I opened it the hallway was so dark and cold so I grabbed a candle then cautiously moved at a slow pace down the hall feeling scared. There was a royal blue, old looking door that stood out from the rest of the old wooden doors, on the right side of the hallway towards the end, it was hard to open but I pushed as much as I could, then it swung open with the sound of squeaking hinges. There was a twirling staircase that leads far down, I followed curiously to see what was at the bottom. When I got

I screamed as loud as I could but it was too late I was already down the stairs. I heard the front door open and I could hear the rain coming down so I knew I was outside. I could feel the rain because the bag started to get wet. The next day I awoke tied in a chair in a dark room. I was tied by a tight rope It took me a couple minutes to remember what happened. Then all of a sudden I heard footsteps the footsteps sounded like they were coming closer to me. I started to try to break the rope off me. As the footsteps got closer to me I, managed to break the rope and I was able to get on my feet. As soon as I stood up the kidnapper was standing there with a knife. The kidnapper started walking towards me I did not know what to do so I ran straight through the kidnappers legs as I was running through the he swung his knife at me but I barely dodged it. Then I started running like I never ran before. I could hear the kidnapper’s footsteps running towards me. I could realize where I was. I was in the sewers. I turned around and the kidnapper was a good 5 ft away from me so I started running. I was able to see a ladder that leads up to the surface so I ran toward the latter I jumped on it. I started climbing up as fast as possible but while I was climbing the ladder the kidnapper managed to grab my foot. The kidnapper was trying to pull me of the ladder and I was trying to hold on for dear life. I managed to get my foot free from the

At this point I’ve already figured out that I’ve been kidnapped but by whom? Moments later I hear a quiet chuckle and a man say in a eerily happy voice “Oh, you 're finally awake”. As I hear the voice of this unknown person I can’t help to start to cry as he hears my sobs of fear he responds by saying in his sickling cheery voice“Tch, Tch,tch, can’t have you making so much noise someone might hear you” As I hear him say this I attempt to scream louder against the cloth around my mouth to get someone’s attention. Then all of a sudden he grabs my neck roughly and whispers harshly into my ear “If you don’t I will kill you, otherwise you just might make out alive”. He says this and my cries are quickly hushed. Then he returns to his normally “happy” voice and pats my head and says “good girl” treating me like a dog as he does this I can’t help but growl he responds by chuckling at my obviously failed attempt of acting menacing. As I await to see what he is going to do next I hear a door close and lock I let out a shaky yet relieved breath thinking that he was out of the room as I wait for what seems like hours I eventually drift off to sleep, my body and emotions need a break after the ride it’s been through. After a short rest I’m awoken by a painful strike on my back followed by a threatening voice saying “Did I say you can sleep” when I don’t respond and only let out whimpers of pain he then suddenly whips me again causing me to

With the coldness of the earth under my bare back I was in awe as I was on the ground, naked, feeling like time had stopped. For the first time I felt separated from my body. Just my mind and my spirit were present, filled with questions that never led to answers: How did I get here? Where was home? Who even am I? How do I “know” things, but at the same time don’t? Why can’t I remember what happened before this? My questions were never answered, for I was abruptly interrupted by a stranger that loomed over me. His face appeared out of thin air and hovered