I recently decided to post one of my fictional horror stories ”Stranger Danger” on my blog. I will post one chapter at a time and it will be like following a TV-show, but in Writing. I promise that it will be bloody, nasty and wicked. Here is the first chapter called ”The one who got away” and you are all welcome to follow the ride.
I open my eyes and I can see that I am in a room in which I’ve never been in before. I am laying in a bed and my body is aching. I try to get up, but I can feel a sharp pain going through my body and I gather all my strength to sit up. I back up all the way so that I have my back against the wall. My face is hurting and I touch my lip and look down at my fingers and see blood. I look around in the bed to discover more blood stains and the room is very dark. I hear a sound coming from the door and turn my head towards it with fear in my eyes.
The door opens and a man about thirty years old walks in. He is tall, has dirty blonde hair and is hugely build. He is wearing a white shirt with black jeans and black boots. He looks at me and I look into his bright blue eyes. His face is very serious and he walks towards me. He walks over to a chair and sits down.
‘’Why am I here?’’ I ask him.
He takes a moment before he answers me and looks me in the eyes.
‘’I found you unconscious and bleeding in a ditch and I brought you here.’’
I look at him with a surprised look on my face.
‘’ What happened to you?’’ He asks.
I try to think about what happened, but I can’t remember anything.
‘’I don’t know’’ I answer with a disappointed voice.
He looks at my face and body.
‘’ Who are you?’’ I ask him.
‘’ That is not important. What is important is that you get to rest and get your strength back.’’ He replies.
Well I will call you stranger for now, I think to myself. He isn’t even looking at me anymore and has turned his face away from me.
‘’I have to go, but I will be back in a few hours. You can stay with me until you will feel better.’’ he says.
He gets up, walks towards the door and turns his head towards me.
” What is your name?” He asks me.
I take a few seconds to gather my thoughts about who I am.
” Evelina, but you can call me Eve.”
He opens the door and closes it behind him. I am very confused by the situation and something seems of. What if he is the one who did this to me? I look down at my bruised body. I get up and walk towards the window. All I see is a forest when I look through it. I can’t see a living soul out and I can’t hear anything. Suddenly my legs go numb and I fall down to the floor. Suddenly I see an image of someone squeezing an eyeball until it breaks and the eye juice pours down the person’s hand. My eyes are tired and after a few seconds everything goes black.
I hear the door closing and I open my eyes, stranger is back. I am shocked to see that his white shirt is covered in blood. He seems to not care that I have noticed his bloody clothes and he picks me up in his arms. He walks me towards the bed and gently puts me down.
‘’ Why are your clothes covered in blood?’’ I ask him.
He doesn’t look at me.
‘’ What did you do?’’ I ask.
He sits down on the chair and looks at me.
‘’ Let me introduce myself, the real me.’’ Stranger says.