It was dark; too dark. I couldn't see a thing. The air felt moist, damp and cold. I didn't like this; I didn't like this at all. I've always been afraid of the dark. When I was younger, I use to believe monsters lived in the dark; monsters such as the boogeyman, werewolves, vampires and even Frankenstein! I know now that there are no such things, but I still hated the dark. It felt almost as if I were in a cave. I could hear a faint sound of water dripping.

Cautiously, I stretch my arms out and feel around, trying to figure out where I was. But there was nothing to touch; just an empty space. Where was I? Was I dead? Maybe in hell? Was I to spend the rest of my time isolated in the dark? That seemed like hell to me.

"My God you have an imagination," I hear a male's voice say from behind me. I quickly turn around, but couldn't see anything but dark.

"Who are you?" I ask while trying to feel the floor with my hands. I had to feel something, anything solid besides myself. I couldn't help but to gulp as I couldn't feel the floor under me. But that was impossible? I couldn't just be floating in mid-air?

"Why do you think you would be sent to hell, Elena?" The male's voice asks, ignoring my question. I open my mouth to answer, but shut it immediately. Was I really just about to tell a stranger one of my deepest darkest regrets?

"Am I dead?" I ask, avoiding his question. I could sense that the man was grinning; I just knew it.

"No Elena, you're sleeping," The voice says, it sounded a bit further away from me.

"I don't want to be here," I murmur silently. There was a small moment of silence.

"Then all you have to do, is wake up,"

My eyes flutter open to see a wood ceiling. A wood ceiling? My house doesn't have a wood ceiling? I gulp as I look down at the sheets to see they were silk. I didn't have silk sheets; mine were made of cotton. It wasn't until that very moment, did I realize that I was not at my house.

I bite my lip as I slowly sit myself up, and look around. The room was almost empty, but the bed was huge. There were a couple of books on the floor and a bathroom across the room. There was a large mirror to my right, and large curtains to my left.

Memories start to fly back into my head. The man of my dreams was in my room, but that's all I could really remember. I could remember him shoving something to my mouth … a cloth? And then I passed out. Chloroform maybe?

My heart starts to thud when realization floods through me. I've been kidnapped. But the man wasn't in this room, which most likely means that he doesn't know that I'm awake. I had to get out of here!

As quietly as I could, I slip myself out of the bed. The curtains were shut, but maybe I could get out the window behind them.

Doing my best not to make any noise, I tip-toe my way over to the curtains and pulls them aside. I have to hold in a gasp once I realized that the window was barred. Literally, it was barred!

This was all just too surreal. This couldn't be happening to me! Perhaps I'm dreaming? Yes, I must be dreaming! I mean, surely the man in my dreams couldn't have chloroformed and kidnaped me! I mean, he's just a part of my imagination!

I squeeze my eyes shut, count to three and give myself a hard pinch on the side of my right arm. Slowly, I open my eyes and bite my lip as I was still in the room. So I wasn't dreaming. Oh God, this was not good; not good at all.

Alright, think Elena, think. You can't panic, just look for a way out.

My heart was thudding in my chest. I still wasn't sure if this was actually happening? I mean I know what I'm seeing, but there's also a line between real and fiction. I know that my head is usually up in the clouds, but I know that this could not be happening. It just wasn't explainable.

I glance out the room to see an empty hall. I could hear what sounded like a TV playing from the downstairs. It was the theme song to family guy. Why was it that everyone watched family guy?

I quickly make my way into the room across from me. I wasn't going to risk going downstairs and getting caught (as I'm assuming that that is where he is). The room that I walked into seemed to be a library. There were many book shelves surrounding me, and they were filled with very old looking books. There was a couch at the far end of the room and a little coffee table. There were a bunch of different papers scattered all over the coffee table, and something shiny.

I walk up to the table and let out a silent thank you as the shiny thing was my cell phone. I pick it up and turn it on. 12 missed calls my phone read. Seven of them were from Caroline, the rest were from Aunt Jenna. Immediately, I dial Caroline's number.

Busy tone.

"Crap," I mumble while hanging up. Quickly I dial 911.

"911, what's you're emergency," I hear a female's voice on the other line.

"Oh thank God! I've been kidnapped," I whisper. I didn't want to risk being heard. My heart felt as if it were going to explode in my chest.

"Mame, calm down. Do you know where you are?"

"No, no, no, I'm not sure. I'm in a house," I say while running my fingers through my hair nervously.

"Are you by any windows or doors?" The woman asks. Well thanks, not like I even bothered to think checking there.

"No, you don't understand! They've been-"

BEEP

"Mame, are you still there?" the woman asks. I curse under my breath as my cell beeps again and again, indicating that it was about to die.

"No listen, I need you to-" try but was interrupted when my phone chirps its final beep before dying. I chew frantically at my tongue, trying to hold back a scream. It wasn't until then I heard the shuffling coming up the stairs.

Desperately, I glance around the room, looking for a place to hide. Why was this happening to me?

There were no good places to hide in this room, leaving me with no choice but to quickly sprint back into the room I woke up in. I didn't see any man in the quick couple seconds that I was in the hall; so I'm guessing that he didn't see me. But I knew he would be up in any moment.

I look around frantically, but still this room was very empty. I curse at myself as I run to the bed and crawl under it. I would just have to hope he wouldn't check down there.

I wait there anxiously as I hear the footsteps growing louder, and louder. When I see a pair of black shoes enter the room, I hold my breath. The closer the man came towards the bed, the harder my heart started to pump. My head was starting to feel a bit dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but I didn't care.

The man stops walking when he reaches the bed and I could hear him let out a loud sigh.

"Elllleeeennnnaaaa darling, Come on out," I hear his voice call out. I have to hold back a whimper. How did he know my name? Who was this man? And what did he want? I watch as he starts to walk over to what looked like the bathroom.

"Elena, don't make me get you the hard way. Be co-operative and come out of your hiding spot," His voice calls out again while he enters the washroom. Oh gosh, I am so going to die.

"Fine, I'll find you. But you better hope I don't get my hands a hold of you," His voice says now. His voice was not taunting but threatening. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping, praying for one last time that maybe, just maybe I'll wake up. But I don't.

When I open my eyes, I can't see the man's boots. Maybe he left the room?

I let out a scream as I feel a warm hand wrap itself around my ankle.

"Gotcha."

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