One Dark Night (Part One)

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That moment when you you find a story that you had forgot you had started…

One Dark Night

One thing was certain: she had to get the hell out of there, the dark damp room she found herself in. But she was chained, like a dog. Worse. Her feet, her hands —

He was going to kill her. He was a complete maniac. This was no dream: this was something out of a horror movie. If she survived, she knew, she knew! she’d never watch another.

Footsteps. Closer. Closer. Closer, still. They mocked her racing heartbeat, letting her know whatever was coming was going to be bad.

It would be a miracle if she got out of this room alive.

Rats. They surrounded her. They crawled over her, noses questing in her ears, her nostrils, nibbled at her lips, her fingers, her toes. They climbed into her shirt — ! She was afraid to scream, in case … no. She couldn’t think of that.

Someone had died here before, by the stench. Old blood, urine, fecal matter, rotting flesh mixed with an undercurrent of something … evil.

This guy had to be a serial killer. Of that, she was certain. If not, a demon.

She hadn’t believed in demons, but. That was before. She was determined not to let him sense…