“Oh no, he’s coming!” I thought as my breathing got quicker.
I started walking faster and tried not to trip. This stranger has been following me for more than ten minutes. I couldn’t see him, but I could definitely feel his presence. It was starting to really scare me.
It was pitch black today even thought it was only 1pm. That was not surprising since I was completely blind. Nevertheless, my other senses got more developed. It, in a way, compensated for my lost of sight. Sadly, now, I would have preferred having my sight back so I could run away from this maniac! I could still hear him coming towards me.
I didn’t like this situation at all. I was just supposed to meet a friend at a building, but I had no idea where it was. To make things worse, my stick fell somewhere and the only guide I had now was a branch! I was using it to poke the ground to “see” what was in front of me. At lease, I didn’t risk falling in a hole or hitting something.
After walking for about four minutes, I stopped feeling the presence of the person following me. Feeling a weight lifting off my chest, I continued walking more calmly.
“Where is that stupid building,” I thought. “It shouldn’t be this far!”
I could now hear and feel leaves breaking as I stepped on them. I kicked some of them in front of me and ended up making a big pile that came up to my knees. I smiled and started to feel safe. All of a sudden, whispers coming from every direction could be heard. I stopped walking and tried to identify the location of the voices. Unfortunately, it was impossible. My heartbeat got faster as the thought of the man chasing me came back in my mind. I slowed down my pace and tried to make the least sound as possible.
Suddenly, my branch hit something hard. I carefully lifted it to see how tall the object was. My stick seemed to hit many parts of the thing. “I hope it’s not an abstract sculpture.” I thought as I remembered my friends talking about some kind of outdoor art exposition. Then, I swiped the branch from left to right to see its length. The item seemed to be something tall and thin. I stretched my hand to feel the material of the item and realised that it was wood! “Where am I?” I thought for a moment. The sound of leaves being moved and stepped ripped me out of my thoughts. He found me!
Without thinking, I started running to the left. The whispers came back to haunt me. "He's coming....you can't hide....", they said.
I could feel the man coming closer. A wolf howled on my right. The man was now running towards me. My stick kept getting stuck between tree roots. Many wolves were growling ferociously nearby. I felt small branches whipping my face. I had to put one hand in front of me to avoid them.
As the distance between me and the man got smaller, I started hearing the sound of two metallic objects rubbing on each other. I heard that sound many times before at home. It was two knives getting sharpened.
“What?” I screamed in terror.
As the chase continued, I started having difficulty breathing. My tongue was dry as the desert and my lungs were about to come out. Inevitably, I tripped on a rock and hurt my right ankle pretty badly. The sound of the knives was coming from a meter away. I tried to get up but I was too dizzy to stand up. So I clenched my fists and waited for the end. The noise got closer and closer. I could now feel the man breathing heavily because of the chase. It was over for me.