• I shake as the soft creaking of the floorboards sounds as he walks over them. I can hear his laboured breathing – it seems the sword Ben plunged into his chest earlier isn’t enough to kill him. I hold my breath as he stops in front of my hiding place. I can smell his horrible stench, the stench of death and blood and ... actually, I don’t want to think about that last one but I can’t help but hope Angelique is alright. Who knows what this guy is capable of if he’s been walking around with a gaping wound in his chest for the past hour or so.
    I watch as he looks around, sniffing at the air a couple of times before he shuffles away. I wait a few minutes however, I’ve watched enough horror movies to know that when the bad guy walks away or looks like he’s dead – he isn’t dead and he hasn’t walked away. He’s using the most ordinary camouflage in the world: hiding in plain sight.

    I listened carefully as I slowly moved into a crouching position, watching for any signs of movement before I reach over for an iron bar. I know if this guy attacks me I won’t have much of a chance but better prepared than not. Prevention is better than cure even if I wouldn’t live to see the cure of what would happen to me if I came across this guy.

    I moved slowly out of my hiding place amongst the cardboard boxes and stepped towards the exit. I glanced around at my surroundings continuously, cautiously. I reached behind me for the door handle before I froze. I didn’t feel the cold metal of a door handle but the warm liquid touch of ... blood. I span around and screamed as Ben’s corpse fell down over me, pushing me to the ground. I continued to scream, trying desperately to push him off me as his blood spread over me, soaking through my clothes. I clenched my eyes shut as I tried to push him off one final time before the weight of his lifeless body suddenly disappeared.

    I heard a loud thud before I slowly opened my eyes, barely suppressing a whimper of terror as I looked into the cold dark eyes of the one person I didn’t want to see. His cruel face leered down at me, the ragged scars across his face glowing somehow in the dim light of the storage building.

    “You have nowhere to run...” he murmured before he reached down with his hand clutching a jagged knife. He pressed the metal to my throat and I whimpered again before his other hand came down and wrapped around my waist. He pulled me to my feet, looking deep into my eyes before suddenly his eyes fluttered closed and he swayed back and forth. I tried to get out of his grasp but only succeeded in having my arm torn open by the knife. I screamed in agony as blood poured from the wounds. I clutched my arm to my stomach, trying to stop the bleeding before I whipped my head back around to face him, screaming again as his knife plunged down into my leg as he fell. I fell to the ground, clutching my leg as well before someone grabbed me, turning me onto my back and yelling my name.

    “Get him away... Get him away...” I whispered as my vision faded to black.

    I woke up screaming, thrashing violently. I tossed and turned in my bed before I fell off the side, screaming louder as pain erupted in my arm and leg. I yanked my hair out of my face and looked down at myself to see large gaping, bloody wounds in my arms and left thigh. I felt tears well in my eyes and drip down my face as the pain registered in my mind before I looked around to try and find my mobile phone but it had seemingly disappeared.

    I tried to drag myself out into the hallway but it hurt my arms too much. I slumped back against my cupboards and cried softly as blood continued to seep from the wounds. I looked down at the blood and wanted to vomit but I couldn’t even find the energy to do that. I was feeling light-headed now and I knew what was coming next. I looked up hoping to see God or an angel but instead I gazed into those lifeless eyes and as everything finally faded to black I heard the gravely voice...

    “Still wish you were dead?”