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Muddy Footprints

Hereafter a dispute started at my extremely overwhelming cousin’s birthday party when things started to fall apart, I decided it was easiest if I wormed out when everyone was distracted so no one would notice, the entire party consumed of ear splitting, energised children. The walk home was lengthy and dreary, but I relatively preferred the sense of being alone and at peace. The trees appeared like large, dark, overgrown shadows and the streetlights barely peaked through each branch. I passed through the forest close to my home, the cheerful birds are always chirping, although it is quite frightening to be unaccompanied whilst strolling through the forest in the cold black night, the considerable amount of rainfall that has recently fallen caused such flooding, making it impossible to walk through and each step caused my feet to stick and sink deeper and deeper into the muddy ground.

Minutes later I casually walked along my deserted road, when I stepped onto my garden path, I noticed gigantic, soaked muddy footprints leading up to my front door, I was panicked, aghast and in fear, many things rushed through my mind such as who is it? Are they still here? Why were they here? Eventually I scampered over to the window to have a glance inside, I spotted nothing but bare darkness. Moments later I witnessed an unusual, shaped shadow pass in the hall and a boisterous, sharpened bang came rippling through like an echo, I knew someone was inside. Bang! A bruised, grey and wrinkly face slapped into the glass, I shuddered back and threw myself into the foul mud. As I pulled myself back up from the ground, I expected the wrinkly face to be right there, glaring back at me, however the face had disappeared from the window, leaving a stain from their breathe.

I tumbled to the ground straight into the ghastly mushy mud, I had blacked out and I could not see a thing. The wrinkly face I had seen in the window had came out into the garden and smacked me on the head with a solid hard rock. I awoke to the feeling of being dragged across mud and grass and nettles; I knew I was in the forest but where was I being taken? I was so petrified, shaking like a railing that had become loose, the sun was starting to glow through the branches, I wondered to myself how long have I been blacked out? In the distance I could see a cramped well-lit shelter, I was being dragged directly towards it. The mould smell lingered from the shed, gagging as I breathed in, it was deadly, the buzzing sound from the dozens of dead and partially alive flies almost made it impossible to feel the slightest bit of comfort.

Hours gradually passed, there was no sign of the bald man returning. I anticipated it was a dream but in the back of my head I knew I had been captured by a killer or a psychopath. I needed to escape before I’m slaughtered to death. After a while, my anxiousness grew stronger and I needed to escape this horrible shed, so I decided to investigate and search for some strong tools, I scrambled upon a hammer and so I walked over to the window and swung it and smashed it in until the glass shattered. I cleared the glass away and climbed out the window. The sharp and large shards of glass sliced through my legs as I climbed through the window, but I had no time to stop in my tracks. The rain was heavy and foggy, so I bolted into the cold, dark night, deep into the forest. Eventually I stumbled upon a huge, scary house, I slowly creeped up the path in need of help and shelter. I rang the big grand bell and waited patiently until a tiny old lady answered, in a hurry she ushered me in and sat me down. Furthermore, she bought me a hot drink and talked with me for a while, eventually she asked where I came from, whilst talking to this lady I noticed something, I recognised her. Immediately I knew, it was the old, wrinkly lady who was in my house the night before. My body froze in despair, I didn’t know what to do, I noticed the door, so I rushed towards it but when I approached it and grabbed the handle, it was locked, I spun to my left and the wrinkly lady walked over with a grin and laughed “what’s wrong dear?”.

I awoke by leaping up in a scare, I was chained to a wall by a hefty, rusty chain, in a musty cramped cellar, I knew I must had been attacked and nastily thrown down here. However, I did know that the old lady could not have done this solo, there must have been someone here bigger and stronger than us both. I immediately called out for help, I continued until my voice screeched and my lungs could not take the pain anymore. Whilst laughing and mocking me in the tiny, mouldy cellar. The man grabbed his gun and thumped on the door, he unlocked the door and came dashing in and locked it behind him very fast, so I could not escape or attack him or the lady. Within a blink of an eye, he smacked the gun into my face compelling me to fly back into the wall and black out. I was blacked out for several days and although I did finally awaken, I was captured, tied to a dentist chair and the white strange room I was trapped in was full of tools such as pliers and hammers and saws, I was petrified for my life, I howled and screamed however, no one could hear me. Eventually the man came running in with the old lady, they were dressed in special doctors’ clothes with gloves and masks, my heart began racing, I couldn’t breathe as he grabbed my hair and shaved it off before I could even scream. My heart sunk into my stomach, moments later he grasped my mouth and shoved pliers up towards to my face and chuckled psychopathically as he extracted my teeth out one by one, I was in excruciating pain and there was intense, red blood everywhere, I fainted as the blood poured and immediately covered the white floors red, a massacre had occurred.

The man brutally sliced each of my fingers off one by one, the blood blasted out and splashed him in the face, he didn’t even blink, additionally he grinned to himself and moved over to my legs and shouted “Dee, bring down the blue saw” the blue saw was the biggest saw he owned. The old, wrinkly lady slowly creeped over, with the blue saw in one hand and a glass of water in the other, moments later she approached the man and poured the drink over his bald head, he flinched and launched her against the wall, at that moment he smacked her face with the pliers causing her nose to bend pointing north. When I witnessed the attack, I was trembling and shaking in my chair, I knew I was never escaping now I have no fingers, the enormous loss of blood made me feel faint and dizzy, I only remember seeing the man’s sweat dripping off his body like slime as he sawed my legs in a struggle. The blood continued pouring through the night, as my body became weaker and fragile, I vigorously projectile vomited all over myself, as this continued my body went into shock, the seizures started and minutes later I was dead, my body was stone cold, and I was dying alone.

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