This post is a rerun. I originally wrote this back in 2010 in a Sunday Scribblings post. But it got a reaction as something of a scary story. So I thought it would be a good one to bring back for Halloween. Hope you enjoy it. And try not to eat too much candy tonight, kids.
Was it a man? She couldn't be sure.
eyes were still trying to adjust to the dim light and she had trouble
seeing the next step in front of her. She tripped when she came to a
wide set of stairs. Hitting her chin on the cold stone, she became
stunned. But she didn't have the luxury of time. She couldn't just stop
to feel embarrassed at the thought of falling up the stairs.
half crawled, half ran up the stone staircase. As she caught sight of
the top, she felt a familiar, firm grasp on her ankle. She screamed. Her
one free foot was kicking wildly as her scraped hands clawed for that
top step, which now seemed so far away. The Bad Man was dragging her
back down the stairs on her stomach.
Her screams and
cries would be heard only by her attacker. A rush of adrenaline gave her
the strength to twist onto her back. The Bad Man was caught off guard
by the girl's sudden assertiveness and lost his grip on her leg. The
girl used his confusion to her greatest advantage and kicked him hard in
the chest. The Bad Man flew backwards, landing hard on his back at the
bottom of the stairs.
Part of her wanted to go to him
and continue hurting him as payback for what he had done to her thus
far. But she knew better. She knew that her best chance of survival was
to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. She had to
get back above ground. She had to feel the sunlight on her face once
again. She had to live.
Her breathing was labored as
she reached the top of the stairs, but her small victory gave her new
found strength. She broke once again into a sprint, not looking back to
see if he had gotten back to his feet. Her body ached, but she pushed
through the pain. The lacerations on her face stung as the cold,
underground air washed over her. She could hear her attacker behind her
again, and fear took over.
The girl didn't know where
she was. She didn't know why she had been taken or why she was being
attacked. None of it made any sense. She was beginning to lose hope.
What would happen when her mother found out she was dead? How would her
friends react? Would she ever even be found?
him getting closer and tears ran down her cheeks. The sounds he made
frightened her even more, as if that were possible. Was he/it actually
growling? She had been questioning the thing's humanity. She was now
becoming more and more certain that this Bad Man was no man at all.
Whatever it was, she was also certain that it would catch up to her
eventually. It was only a matter of time.
for help would do her no good, not in this place. As she ran, she
realized that it was getting darker. The thought that she may be heading
in the wrong direction filled her with dread. What little hope she had
of survival was dwindling. But she kept running.
the only sound she could hear was her own gasping for breath. What had
happened to the growls? What had happened to the heavy footfalls of the
thing chasing her? She risked a look back as she continued to move
The shadowy figure had disappeared. The Bad Man was gone.
turned completely around to scan the area behind her. She still saw
nothing. She had no idea what she should do now. Should she continue
running in the direction she was going? Should she backtrack and pray
that she could find an exit that she had somehow missed?
turned back in the direction she had been traveling all this time and
continued forward. In the darkness, she ran into a wall and fell back.
Landing hard on the ground, she reached up to massage her bruised
forehead. She couldn't believe she had run into a wall. Though she had
been having trouble adjusting to the darkness, she didn't remember
seeing a wall in front of her.
Then, a cold realization
swept over her. She hadn't run into a wall at all. It was him. Somehow
the Bad Man had gotten in front of her. Silently, he reached down for
her. The girl's screams were silenced as he placed his claw-like hand
over her mouth. Squeezing her face, he lifted her to her feet, then off
She dangled in the air, unable to scream,
unable to cry out. She could only hope that the tears streaming down her
face would cause him to lose his grip. But luck, it would seem, was not
on her side.
He carried her off into the darkness. He
didn't know her name. He didn't care. To him, she was a means to an end.
She was just another of his nameless, faceless victims. On the surface,
her absence would eventually become apparent, but she would never be