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
Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.
On a normal day at the public transit Rachel North was heading to work, but there was a strange feeling in the air. Moments after the train trundled off a powerful gust knocked Rachel to the ground and everything went dark. When Rachel regained consciousness she noticed people scattered about the transit car. She felt warm and wet. Rachel took a brief moment before realizing she was covered in someone’s blood.
My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.
My feet aching, I plodded along as cars rushed by. I wondered what the drivers of those cars would be thinking if they saw such a small child walking by himself. As terrible possible situations played out in my mind, I reached the one story building that was my home. For some reason that I will never know, I did not go and knock or ring the doorbell. Reaching the house only increased the horrible feeling in my chest. This was probably one of the strangest things that I have ever done in my life and stands testament to the ability that fear has to completely alter our thinking capacities. Normally, all my life I have been known has fairly level-headed, but now I was reduced to an illogical
It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.
One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,
I have felt pure terror course through my body, completely, overshadowing my instinct, as I was followed by three persistent teenage boys for an hour and a half. I couldn’t enjoy my tour, knowing they were stalking behind me and feeding off the fear emitting from my body. My legs were shaking as I bolted from their grasps in to the car waiting to take me home. I cried knowing that I might have not made it home that night, and although I was lucky, it could have ended differently and in others cases it has been. The Gift Of Fear can benefit multitudes of people around the globe, since it can permit the readers to utilize their given capability to identify and avert repetitious casualties and harm. Offering distinctive answers for individuals who are managing mistreatment from a spouse or brutality in a working environment, De Becker gives one of a kind knowledge into deathly encounters with stalkers, professional killers, and mass murders. Alleviating the fears that overwhelm us, by finding the root of the source, and quite possibly lengthen our
I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.
Now, the first thing I needed to do was to fix my bedroom doorknob. It hadn’t been closing properly or locking for a while. A quick trip to Osh did the trick. That was easy. Next up- clean my room, which currently looked like a hurricane just whooshed by. I dove into my bed and started grabbing random shirts that had accumulated. The soft mattress felt so good, I had to take a breather. And of course,
The hospital room he now stood in was bare and untouched, but the hallways beyond it looked just as they did when he walked them himself. He examined his body, noticing that his arms weren’t skinny anymore, but built like they used to be. He noticed that he was back in his favorite outfit- a dark pair of blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and sperrys. He walked into the small bathroom and looked into the mirror, seeing his former dark, tall hair and finally recognizing who he was. He stared into the mirror, extremely confused as to what was happening. His thoughts were interrupted, however, by the feeling of a strong force pulling him away and towards something much more important. He followed it out into the hallway and down to the end of it, into a room filled with doctors, surrounding a small child in a bed identical to his own. The girl was unmoving, laid back in the bed with tons of wires threading into her body. The room was filled with the sound of loud voices and beeps, signaling her body was in complete distress. He felt himself, without even thinking about it, walk over to the edge of the bed, reach out, grab her hand, and squeeze it. As if he had flipped a switch, the beeping stopped. The nurses and doctors stood dumbfounded, their eyebrows twisting in confusion. He realized then that he had just stopped a little girl’s body from shutting down, without knowing what he was doing. It was as if he was a
Throughout the course of time I have wandered the earth snatching up and ruining lives. Each and every night I wander on to new locations. On this one particular night, the clouds were darker, the ground seemed dryer, the moon was small almost non-existent. Something was very strange about that night and at the time I was unaware of why. I came to a big city in Eastern Germany when this one girl caught my attention, something was odd about her as many people as I’ve confronted in the time of taking lives I have yet to see a human that truly interested me. The girl was with her family, her mother and small infant brother. I watched as they boarded a very crowded train. The mother looked broken, she seemed as if mentally she was no longer present
On a sunny summer morning at my house the annoying birds woke me up as always, but this was not an ordinary day. I was going to my friend Bruno's house. His house was just on the other side of Lake Tranquility. There was two weeks of summer left before we had to go back to jail which is also known as school. I was going to go to his house at 11:50 in the morning. I had pancakes with syrup for breakfast, then I got my clothes on and packed a bathing suit in a bag for Bruno’s house, because he has a pool. I watched Netflix and played on my kindle for a while.