Stranger's Hat-Personal Narrative

With eyes closed I stand alone, in the dark I smell the sweet scent of fresh-cut grass and feel the soft dirt under my feet. I feel the sunshine on my skin, though I cannot see it. I stand in this blissful moment until I hear a call. Desperation and panic fill the air as I blindly run towards the unknown voice. “HELP ME!” it shouts. I stumble over a log; I can feel the blood trickle down my leg. “HELP ME” another voice shouts. Gradually more and more voices call out for help tugging at my heart. I try to bury myself in my hands and collapse into the soft earth. I jump back in surprise as a cold hand gently traces my face. Tears spill out of my eyes allowing them to open; I look up and see a woman. She wears all black and has a veil over her

“Prada shut up, lets go.” I turned around once again, only this time I saw a dark figure.I tried to yell for help but nothing came out. I was frozen. Time stopped for a moment as I tried to figure out what to do. “RUN!” said the dark figure.. I did what it said afraid of what it might do. This time I was running for my life. Knowing I wasn’t fast enough the dark figure was right in front of me. The figure had distinctive blue eyes like the color of the ocean, only there was darkness inside. So afraid I ran the other as fast as possible. The figure disappeared and I was very lost. Finding my way back to the trail I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and this time a blood curdling scream came out.

AS he looked at me and I breathed in his every smell he moved towards me and I stopped breathing. I know if he got close enough I was........DEAD. I ran as fast as I could in between the trees and down the hill to the cabin where I knew what laid down there what horrible things were waiting for me but I went anyway seeing them laying there covered in each other's blood I knew I couldn't save them even if I tried and as I turn the corner I'm grabbed by the hair and ripped from my home.

I never wanted to leave, but then out of the corner of my eye a black figure came from the water, I then heard a very high pitched scream which brought a ringing to my ears, and i flinched away and and as I did so I felt a slight wind against my cheek. Whatever it was had came so close to me I felt the wind from its claws or fingers as they reached for me. I then heard and felt something begin ripping as my hair was then pulled out of my

I could feel the immense distance between our souls as I watched him leave with smoke blowing out of his mouth. I did not know his name, I realised. I had forgotten his sound. His heart seemed to be bestrewn with vestiges. He looked at me and smiled. I heard them again, those small footsteps.

You hear the whispered shuffling of nearly silent footsteps across shag carpeting. Soft hands surround you, shrouding you in darkness and leaving only overbearing cherry lotion scents to give you a sense of where you are. A nauseating feeling comes in as you feel yourself rising, the air ever so slightly vocalizing a hushed whoosh on every side of you. A flood of warm ochre light blinds you for a moment, bringing you back to awareness. The hands that startled you before now carefully tear the plastic that once coated your body off, and you can feel their warmth much stronger than when they first held you. An air bubble pops quietly and you quickly find that a rubbing motion is spreading parts of you over rough lips that exhale a wind

The hot sun burned my neck as I ran till my feet ached because I know if i turn back know I will never have another chance to leave again, but then my face hit the steaming, hot ground. I got up looking behind me to see if he is

~~~ There was an endless ringing in my ears and a pulsating headache. I looked around at my surroundings; it was an white room with wide windows, all I could see out of the windows was a path that looked like it lead nowhere. I laid on my side with bent knees, a hard cold floor underneath me. I tried to sit up but struggled, realizing my wrists and ankles were tied together. I turned my sight to the path outside of the windows, there was a dark silhouette. The figure reached the window and pulled a key out of their pocket, unlocking a door. It was a boy with blonde hair, he crouched down to where I was on the floor and petted my head. "Good morning, princess." His voice was raspy with a deep tone. I didn't say anything but just stared into his eyes, just like he stared into mine. "Ahem." He stood up and started walking around the room. "So what's your name, sweetheart?" I swallowed hard, "Sohyun..." I could feel a glare on the back of my neck, "First and last,

I saw the blur of a house against the crystal clear, blue sky and the dark evergreen trees, which was followed by an unusual numbness and a bright red puddle that stood out against the dark pavement. I heard shouting and pounding footsteps but I had no idea what happened.

Shadows twirling, twisting, enveloping it’s all I see they’re surrounding me, choking me it’s dark I can’t see anything not like anything was there in the first place. I try to speak but I hear nothing. But I see a glowing in the distance like a candle but this was different it was eyes glowing eyes not blinking just staring it made me uneasy and a little nauseous. these eyes piercing the fog, peering into my soul this formless being filling me with dread like i’ve never felt, it took a step I felt as though the ground shook and with each step I felt worse and worse like I was dying I screamed but yet again no sound but I did hear.

After a while a silence crept through the room, that silence didn’t feel calming or good,it was deafening it pressed down my chest and ears which forced me to cover my ears and hear my pulse running through my ears,to feel conscious and alive. I could sense something really bad had happened. I opened the closet door as slowly and as quietly as I could. I saw, the jagged edges of the sharp knife dripping in scarlet red blood. I looked down at the wooden floor and saw puddles of crimson red blood that looked like there was a river flowing of blood. The blood was everywhere. I felt so scared. I had never seen this much blood ever, it made me feel sick. So I followed the blood puddles. There I saw, my parents bodies lying on the floor covered in scarlet blood ,they had been stabbed several times very viscously. Tears fall down my cheeks and I can hear mum and dad whisper their last breath,

Chapter Two I ran away, sweating uncontrollably, breathing heavily as screams erupted behind me. I didn 't,t look back as they cal-no pleaded for me to return. I stubbornly ignored them but quickly regarded it as their voices became more clear, “He’s there! Don’t go near him! No one returns!” Suddenly the darkness covered me, eating me whole.

I took a shaky breath and regretted that action as soon I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It was then that I suddenly became aware of my lack of feeling in my left arm and right leg even as I blinked i couldn’t open my left eye. I lifted my right arm and touched my eye; it was swollen and caked with dry blood. I touched my left arm and felt the warm liquid. Terrified, I began looking at my surroundings carefully. It was difficult to see anything in the dark building but I could tell the place was indeed abandoned. Snow that blew in from the broken window covered the floor. I looked towards the broken windows and followed the moons light onto the ground. I held my breath at the sight I came upon.

As I walked, it felt like death was on my doorstep, waiting to drag me away from my hopes and dreams into an endless abyss. Each minute I walked, the feeling of fainting approached me. I heavily jerked myself to stay alive for the next minute. The land that accompanied us on our journey was scorched, dusty and unbelievably searing hot. The sky was crystal clear, with the unforgiving sun glaring at us.

When I woke there was a loud thud. I jump up. The room was pitch black and I couldn 't see a thing. I try to find the lamp puting my hand on the desk feeling for it. When I turned it on there was a scream downstairs. I jump out of bed pushing the box off the desk. I nearly trip running to the stairs. I keep my hand on the railing making it halfway there until I hear the familiar noise of ticking. The light downstairs was the only thing I could see besides a dark silhouette of man holding a woman by her neck. I cover my mouth. I see the man throw the women to the side and hear a crash again. My heart was beating so hard I thought he could hear it. My grip on the rail tightens as I slowly make my way back up the stairs. I barely make it to