Hey! I do admit that I absolutely love horror and suspense stories. So, I decided to write one instead of read one. This one is based on Percy Jackson. Hope you like it! This is the intro, so it is a little short. The next chapter will be a lot longer, I promise.
I tapped my foot impatiently, watching the clock. We had thirty seconds left of my last period class, and each second seemed to drag by slowly. My English teacher, Ms. Lane, was lecturing us about subordinate clauses, but I wasn't really listening. I was attempting to tune her out, but her old voice was breaking through my ears. I reluctantly looked at her. Her grayish-blonde hair and wrinkles made her age a fairly easy guess.
The bell rang. I sighed in relief, hoisted up my blue backpack, and walked out of the class.
"Lindsey!" my friend Emma called out. I stopped and waited for her.
"Aren't you glad it's Friday?" I asked. She nodded vigorously.
"What are you doing this weekend? If you want, you could come sleepover at my house," she offered.
I sighed. "I have a lame family dinner. I'll see if I can get out of it. I really don't want to have a proper dinner." Emma laughed. She opened her mouth to say something else, but her phone began to buzz. Emma waved to me before turning away and answering her call. I walked through the back of the school and slipped into a small passageway that led to my street. I tucked my blonde hair behind my ear and began to hum.
There was a growl and I swung around, dropping my backpack. A giant dog, which stood as tall as me, was on all fours, ready to pounce. It was jet black, and it took up the entire alleyway. I stumbled backward as it pounced. I jumped to the side, but its claws caught my wrist. I couldn't see the wound, but I felt blood drip down my arm..
"Lindsey!" A voice called out. I turned from the monster as an arrow shot over my head and landed in the beast's eye. Momentarily distracted from me, I took the chance to turn and look at who had called my name. There was a boy, who might have been older than me, sitting in a taxi. My vision was fading ever so slowly. The boy was motioning for me to get into the taxi with him. I stared before choosing the taxi over sure death with a beast. I sprinted into the taxi and slammed the door, relieved when I heard the engine rev. The driver began to speed, obviously above the speed limit, but I didn't care. The boy looked at me in concern. I was taking deep breaths, trying not to panic.
I took deep breaths nearly the entire trip. What seemed like 5 minutes later, the taxi halted. I stared out the window at a large hill. The boy pulled my good arm. "There's no time for explanations! You have to come with me," he pleaded. I followed him out of the car, woozy from blood loss. I half-ran, half-lumbered up the hill. When we reached the top, I didn't have time to admire the view. I watched people run toward me before I was caught in an inescapable wave of sleep.