A Nightmare on Blackwood and Kirkmuirhill
Part 1
A loud 'thud' erupted from the dimly light boiler room. Red lights flickered, surrounding the young girl of 16 in darkness then blood red. Shuffling her feet silently against the old, rusted, gratings below her, feet wet and body shivering, she resisted the temptation to let out a bellowing scream, as for 'he' would capture her. Still ambling along the top of the boiler room, she brushed her hands gently against the railings for some comfort; her underwear clung to her as though she were soaking. An odd aroma filled the air; it smelled like something was burning. Then the sound she dreaded to hear rang out. The screeching noise, that made her blood turn cold, her ears burned as she now knew that she was doomed unless somehow she could wake herself up.
"SOMEBODY HELP!!!! MUM, DAD!!!!! HELP!" Blaring like a police siren, the man would know where to find her. She began to run, her feet pounding along the gratings, echoing through-out the entire place. Her hair slapped her face like a whip, her heart thudded like a banging drum. She just had to escape this place. She just had to get back to her room. Suddenly, yelping and falling face first, a sharp pain had erupted from her foot. Turning her head backwards she saw the edge of the devils claw. He must've caught her from under the grating.
"Oh my god." Whispering silently, as the claw moved away and a shadow loomed under her.
"God.Can't save you know.Elouise!" His voice shrilled at the obvious amusement that she was his next victim after so many years of not a single soul, she would be the first to add to his collection in nearly 15 years.
Climbing to her feet, and forgetting her minor injury that felt like a fatal wound, she sprinted again. She could see metal steps leading up to a door, it was her bedroom door. She knew if she could only open the door then she would be safe, but they were shrouded in darkness and lurked with danger.
'It's a risk I've got tae take!' She told herself. Storming along the grating she neared the stairs and her heart jumped for a second at the thought of escaping her tormentor, but then footsteps behind her smashed off the metal.
'Oh god he's behind me!!!' Screaming at herself to move, Elouise entered the darkness, vaulting up the stairs, her legs aching and sweat dripping from her brow her hand touched the door knob, as something caught her ankles, a hand that felt of old burned sinew and dead skin, and the other cold and hard with sharp edges where fingers should be, began to pull her back down.
"AAAHHHHHH!!! LET GO OF ME!!! LET GO YOU FUCKER! DAD!!!! HELP" Her throat tightened as the finger-blades cut through her tense wind pipe.
"Elouise?" A tired man in his 30's called out. Freckles scattered along his face and deep blue eyes sunken from lack of sleep. Searching for the light switch he flicked it up and a small light lit the centre of the room. The man's once tired face was now a face of much terror and anguish. His girl, his baby girl.was dead.
To Be Continued.
Part 1
A loud 'thud' erupted from the dimly light boiler room. Red lights flickered, surrounding the young girl of 16 in darkness then blood red. Shuffling her feet silently against the old, rusted, gratings below her, feet wet and body shivering, she resisted the temptation to let out a bellowing scream, as for 'he' would capture her. Still ambling along the top of the boiler room, she brushed her hands gently against the railings for some comfort; her underwear clung to her as though she were soaking. An odd aroma filled the air; it smelled like something was burning. Then the sound she dreaded to hear rang out. The screeching noise, that made her blood turn cold, her ears burned as she now knew that she was doomed unless somehow she could wake herself up.
"SOMEBODY HELP!!!! MUM, DAD!!!!! HELP!" Blaring like a police siren, the man would know where to find her. She began to run, her feet pounding along the gratings, echoing through-out the entire place. Her hair slapped her face like a whip, her heart thudded like a banging drum. She just had to escape this place. She just had to get back to her room. Suddenly, yelping and falling face first, a sharp pain had erupted from her foot. Turning her head backwards she saw the edge of the devils claw. He must've caught her from under the grating.
"Oh my god." Whispering silently, as the claw moved away and a shadow loomed under her.
"God.Can't save you know.Elouise!" His voice shrilled at the obvious amusement that she was his next victim after so many years of not a single soul, she would be the first to add to his collection in nearly 15 years.
Climbing to her feet, and forgetting her minor injury that felt like a fatal wound, she sprinted again. She could see metal steps leading up to a door, it was her bedroom door. She knew if she could only open the door then she would be safe, but they were shrouded in darkness and lurked with danger.
'It's a risk I've got tae take!' She told herself. Storming along the grating she neared the stairs and her heart jumped for a second at the thought of escaping her tormentor, but then footsteps behind her smashed off the metal.
'Oh god he's behind me!!!' Screaming at herself to move, Elouise entered the darkness, vaulting up the stairs, her legs aching and sweat dripping from her brow her hand touched the door knob, as something caught her ankles, a hand that felt of old burned sinew and dead skin, and the other cold and hard with sharp edges where fingers should be, began to pull her back down.
"AAAHHHHHH!!! LET GO OF ME!!! LET GO YOU FUCKER! DAD!!!! HELP" Her throat tightened as the finger-blades cut through her tense wind pipe.
"Elouise?" A tired man in his 30's called out. Freckles scattered along his face and deep blue eyes sunken from lack of sleep. Searching for the light switch he flicked it up and a small light lit the centre of the room. The man's once tired face was now a face of much terror and anguish. His girl, his baby girl.was dead.
To Be Continued.