|Final Moments (standard:Suspense, 432 words)|
|Author: Chancey||Added: Dec 17 2009||Views/Reads: 3023/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A young ladies last few moments of life.|
Final Moments I glanced up and down the street. I saw nothing and no one move. Still, the darkness seemed to encroach on my mind. It rendered me too terrified to move for a moment. The wind picked up and whipped between the two towering buildings. It made a whistling sound that seemed to shriek just over my head. It grabbed at my clothing as if it were trying to rip them from my body. I shuddered, although I am not sure if it was out of fear or cold. I turned back, determined to follow through with the task I had assigned myself. Three more blocks, then I would be safely back at our hotel, closed up in the sanctuary of my room, with all of my friends within an arms reach. The game of truth or dare had put me in this position, but now the hard part was done. I had taken the flower from the graveyard. I held it even now, clenched in my hands. I held on so tight that the stem was broken and mushy in my hand. I took one step. Then another. The wind seed to grow even louder, now it sounded like the shriek of a woman bound for execution. I took another step, and begin to speed up. The quicker I arrived at the hotel the better. Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. I jerked around, but just as before, no one was in the alleyway with me. I brushed my hair back nervously and turned again to face the direction that I was going. In my mind I began to pray, “Our father who art in heaven . . .” over and over again. Why was I so afraid. I had seen nothing to terrify me like this. What was causing my terror. I heard a snap behind me and turned once again to see what the noise was. Nothing. Nothing was there. I began backing out of the ally. Then suddenly I collided into something hard. I spun quickly around, only to come face to face with a tall, imposing man. “You have taken my flower!”, he growled. “I'm sorry. It was a dare!” I gasped, but the sound that emitted from my mouth was barely more than a whisper. “My flower, I leave each victim a flower on their grave at night. Tomorrow night I shall leave you a flower as well!” he barked at me. Then he raised his hand far over his head and brought down his weapon, and I knew that I was going to die. Tweet
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