Ch. 2 You Can Run but you Can't Hide
I could feel the life draining out of my body. I felt faint, my eyes glazed over, and I grew weak and helpless. I couldn't die. I didn't want to die. I had to see Carver one last time; confide in him... and tell him. Slowly, and as inconspicuously as possible, I outstretched my arm and with one sudden motion had detached the long tube that threatened my life.
Brutally, I thrust him to the ground, and drove my foot into his face; trying to allow myself more time to make my escape. My head spun, and I nearly fell over as I maneuvered around the couch, through the hall, and to the stairs.
Fear swept though me as I listened to the groans and staggered footsteps of my antagonist. My feet were momentarily stuck to the floor. His shadow crept into view from around the corner, and I took a deep breath, and sprinted up the stairs... still trying not to wake my family.
Hastily, I closed and locked my bedroom door. I leaned against it, listening to his footsteps come up the stairs, and panting harder than my dog. I could hear my heart beating; it seemed loud enough to wake the dead. Suddenly, an idea ran through my head. I opened my window, and, with much effort, forced my screen out; it hit the patio underneath with a loud crash.
I paused and praised the Lord that my parents kept a chain ladder in my room in case of a fire.
I drug it out of my drawer, and hooked it up to the windowsill. As I threw the chain over, I became aware of a bloodcurdling scratching. I froze in terror as a dark mist flowed under the door. I began to move faster, but first looked at my clock, and smiled. I was five minutes over 15, even though I was scheduled to die one minute before my birthday.
I climbed out the window, just as the mist materialized into him (who else?). I quickened my descent down the swaying and awkward chain ladder. Thankfully, he was slow, so by the time I reached the ground he was still pulling his short, stout little body out of the window. I ran around to the gate, and his ghostly voice interrupted the silence of the neighborhood, and I quivered in horror.
"You can run, but you can't hide!"
I could feel the life draining out of my body. I felt faint, my eyes glazed over, and I grew weak and helpless. I couldn't die. I didn't want to die. I had to see Carver one last time; confide in him... and tell him. Slowly, and as inconspicuously as possible, I outstretched my arm and with one sudden motion had detached the long tube that threatened my life.
Brutally, I thrust him to the ground, and drove my foot into his face; trying to allow myself more time to make my escape. My head spun, and I nearly fell over as I maneuvered around the couch, through the hall, and to the stairs.
Fear swept though me as I listened to the groans and staggered footsteps of my antagonist. My feet were momentarily stuck to the floor. His shadow crept into view from around the corner, and I took a deep breath, and sprinted up the stairs... still trying not to wake my family.
Hastily, I closed and locked my bedroom door. I leaned against it, listening to his footsteps come up the stairs, and panting harder than my dog. I could hear my heart beating; it seemed loud enough to wake the dead. Suddenly, an idea ran through my head. I opened my window, and, with much effort, forced my screen out; it hit the patio underneath with a loud crash.
I paused and praised the Lord that my parents kept a chain ladder in my room in case of a fire.
I drug it out of my drawer, and hooked it up to the windowsill. As I threw the chain over, I became aware of a bloodcurdling scratching. I froze in terror as a dark mist flowed under the door. I began to move faster, but first looked at my clock, and smiled. I was five minutes over 15, even though I was scheduled to die one minute before my birthday.
I climbed out the window, just as the mist materialized into him (who else?). I quickened my descent down the swaying and awkward chain ladder. Thankfully, he was slow, so by the time I reached the ground he was still pulling his short, stout little body out of the window. I ran around to the gate, and his ghostly voice interrupted the silence of the neighborhood, and I quivered in horror.
"You can run, but you can't hide!"