I was exhausted. It felt like I had been rinning for hours. The rain was making the ground slippery, and I kept tripping over my feet. My clothes where drenched and covered in mud. My face all cut up because of the low branches I kept running into. I couldn't stop running, I knew that if I stopped I would die. Suddenly the ground was gone and I was falling. What had happened? I had no time to react, no time to stop or grab on to something. The wind whistled in my ears, my mouth went dry, and my hair was whipping my face,
stinging the open wounds. I looked down, trying to pear through watery eyes, it was to dark to really see anything but I could just make the outlines of jagged rocks. I was plummeting to my death when, BANG!

I bolted up right in my bed. My breath coming in short ragged gasps. I was shaking and sweaty, strands of hair sticking to my forehead. "It was just a dream," I chanted to myself quietly, "Just a dream." Slowly as I calmed down, and my breath came back to me, I looked at the bed across the room. A wave of relief fled through me as I saw my sister's outline underneath the covers. Then I looked at the clock on her nightstand, it read 2:30am. Suddenly I felt as exhausted as I did in my nightmare. I started to lie back down when I heard the creak of the door knob turn. I sat up again and looked over to the door, which was now opening very slowly, inch by inch. My heat started to race, the beating sounding so loud in the dark silence of the room. I looked over to my sister again, and the covers where flat. Where was she? Did she get up to use the bathroom, and I was so tired that I didn't even notice? The door was still slowly opening, but from my angle of the room it blocked my view of whoever was behind it. "Samantha..." I called my sister's name quietly. No reply. Fear started to spread through my viens like a virus. I quickly jumped up and rolled under the bed, moving stuff around so I could squeeze under. I was wide awake now. I poked my head out the bottom and looked back at the door. It was completely opened now but I still couldn't see anyone. A few dreadfully long minutes passed by, and nothing had happened. I was suddenly mad at myself for being so silly.

As I was crawling back out something grabbed my angle, and pulled my out the rest of the way. As I saw who it was I froze. He was a tall, built, ugly man. Who had scares all over his face. He was wearing dirty ragged clothes, and had uncombed black hair. His mouth was set in a thin line, jaw tight. In his right hand was a rusty looking knife. As I drew my eyes away from the weapon, I looked up into his eyes and saw a type of madness. I knew this wasn't a dream and before I could even scream, he took that big knife and killed me.

The End