|Stranger (standard:horror, 3445 words)|
|Author: Lev821||Added: Nov 05 2016||Views/Reads: 470/180||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Don't go alone to a party, you might meet a stranger.|
Despite the party going on inside Inceheath Stately home, Kathy Sanders wasn't having much fun. She was stood outside, smoking, debating whether or not to simply go home. It was 10pm and the sky was black as pitch, the only illuminations on the front driveway coming from the home, and several muted lights, embedded around the edges of the car-park. At 18 years old, blonde curly hair, a thin frame and wearing a dark green chiffon belted dress which she had bought cheap for the occasion, she wasn't going to splash out she'd thought, as the party was thrown to celebrate the owners 50th wedding anniversary. Mr and Mrs Wells who lived there had sent out a hundred invites into the local village which was beyond a vast expanse of woods which fronted the stately home. It was different from other homes in that its gardens and grounds were spread out behind it. The front, beyond the gravelled car-park, woods spread for several miles in all directions. The village was accessed by two long pathways that wound through the trees to the left and the right of the home. There was no gated entrance. The Well's could have had some of the woods cut down and had gardens built, but they had chosen to keep it the way it was. Kathy's mother had recieved one of the invites but decided against it and gave it to her daughter who thought it might not be so bad, considering she had recently had a car bought for her as a birthday gift by her father, and the trip to the home was only a three mile drive. That drive however, took her through deep woods on a narrow road, a test even for experienced drivers, but when she had arrived two hours ago it was still daylight and although she had intended to drive home when it wasn't too dark, she had got talking to people and wasn't aware that dusk had crept up on the village and thrown its blackening veil over the country. The thing was though, although she had thought going to the party alone wouldn't be too bad as she was fairly good at talking to people, it turned out not to be the case. She spoke to a few locals who were ok but quickly moved on. She found herself feeling rather self-concious, especially when she avoided alcohol all night because she was driving. Then there was Colin, a stranger who had turned up alone, who had been trying to chat her up, sometimes following her around. She hoped he had got the message that she wasn't interested, but Kathy was too polite, and couldn't really speak her mind, so she gave the message by avoiding him, and moving around trying to speak to other people, but then it dawned on her that this wasn't the best party she had ever been to. She didn't really know anyone, and she had some lonely creep trying to shadow her, so on the steps outside she made the decision that once she had finished the cigarette, she was off home, guessing that nobody would miss her, except maybe Colin. "They're bad for you, you know" came a voice behind her. 'Colin' she thought, as he came into her view. 47 years old, balding, slightly rotund in a light brown suit. "Smokes" he said as he lit one up, smoke billowing around his face. "Yep," she said, "Bad habit". "Are you staying long?" he asked. "Nope, after this I'm going home. Home to see my boyfriend". She could see the disappointment on his face. She didn't have a boyfriend. Just then, somewhere above in the darkness, the clouds unleashed rain, and Kathy didn't bother to finish the cigarette and flicked it away. "Right, I'm going home, nice to meet you". She then dashed across to her crimson alizarin renault megane and got into the driver's seat, rain hammering the car. She fired the engine and reversed from the parking space, and as she stopped to turn the steering wheel, she saw Colin in the rear-view mirror dashing down the steps, waving to her. You've got to be kidding me, she thought, stepping on the accelerator, and as she drove the vehicle towards the path leading from the home, she saw Colin running towards a car. 'Don't follow me', she muttered, 'you may be a nice guy but I don't fancy you now leave me alone'. The car was swallowed wholesale by the woods, her headlights lighting up the narrow pathway ahead. The stately home had vanished from the rear-view mirror, and now she had to call on all her driving skills as she wound through the trees, the path curving and sloping here and there, coarse, rough, and growing more and more sleek and wet as the Click here to read the rest of this story (303 more lines)
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