No escape
The storm was raging. With every lightening bolt, I felt another shock of terror surge through my body. By the time it was over, I was frozen with fear…
I heard his footsteps approach me. There was no escape now. The light of the moon beamed down and accentuated his ghastly grimace. I recognised his face from somewhere, but where from? It was a combination of all the horror films I had ever watched, yet this was reality. I was alone, isolated, paralysed in my real-life nightmare. Gradually, his bony hand glided up my body, his long, sharp fingernails made my skin crawl. He stopped at my neck. As his hand gripped tighter with every breath I took, the pressure built. I realised his intentions. He was the serpent and I was the mouse, the predator and prey. Powerless and unprotected, I envisaged my fate, for there was no escape. His breathing got louder and deeper and my death was on the horizon. I heard screaming. I wasn’t alone. His face dropped, and without haste he let go of my neck and ran out of the room. Within a few seconds, the screaming had stopped. Silence.
