A grey mist covered the forbidden streets that dark night. Entering alone, the only sound being made were my feet thumping along the old forgotten road. Fear swept over me, I could feel the presence of someone watching. Suddenly, a huge rat came running out the abandoned house thirsty for blood.
Luckily I was not to be it's next feast, as the beast scurried by entering a haunting graveyard.
I could feel my heat thumping harder, rushing blood to my ears. Panic was washing over me surely I was going to be abducted. Vanished. Killed. Why was I feeling like this? The presence that lingered in the air made me feel increasingly uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, a clap of thunder made it's announcement of the heavy rain to fall. This short journey was becoming a nightmare, I wanted to curl up and disappear from this dreadful place. But becoming soaked and petrified I quickly ran to the nearest shelter till the rain passed.
I hadn't realise where I entered, instead concentrating on what might be be hide me. In the corner of my eye, I could see shadows of figures; was this a dream? A abandoned shabby house in which I stood on the porch, was barely protecting me. Making a swift entrance to the house I believed I was now safe. Cob webs and the eerie darkness was some what a better comfort than being outside.
To make time pass, I explored the lonely house. Emptiness of the house seem as though it was crying out for some loving and care. Living creatures of all sizes and breeds came out of the hiding places to see who had entered. Silence, no noise except the patter of the rain hitting the roof, echoing all around me.
Just as I settled myself on the floor to rest, a loud bang from the upper floor shot through the rooms. Quickly jumping on to my feet I tried to reassure myself it could be a cat, nothing more. But the reassurance was soon to be knocked as another bang, even louder, made me squeal.
I panicked, someone must own this house, and there upstairs! I looked for the nearest exit. Realising my exploring lead me further than expected I forgot where I was. My heart once again, started pumping louder. I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I was in danger!
I started to run. Where did that damn front door go? I wished I had never came down this damn Street. Now I was running away from good knows what in a house which now looked like it was never abandoned. I could feel the tears well up as I struggled to find an exit. A man voice grunting could be heard making his way through the house. Shaking I reached for a handle as I made it out of the house only to be found in a garden looking more like an overgrown jungle.
I could feel the tears fall and my heart for ever beating faster. But the end of the 'garden' I could see a gate. Surely this would lead out to a main road, away from this mess. Just as I was about to run I was instantly stopped by a powerful hand on my mouth pulling me back into the house. I tried to fight but it was no use the person holding me had a much better strength. I then tried to scream, eventually my weak body gave in as my lungs felt inflated.
I was thrown with so much force that I crashed to the floor causing me to have my head split in two, as pouring blood flown down my face. I became dizzy making unaware what was going on around me. Without acknowledging, I suddenly had a blow to my stomach. I feared for my life.
The cruel being then started to talk giving away his gender. But the words made no sense I was slipping in out of concussion. I squinted my eyes to only find he was holding a enormous sharp knife. I tried to beg him for my mercy. But my breath was taking away when I felt sharp pain within my back. It was unbearable as I laid there whilst he continue to wound me.
After a battle of keeping alive, things went black. I died there and then in that house. Murdered. So be warn, next time you take a short cut, don't go down Sinister Street or you'll be haunting the streets like me!