Hi, everyone!
Did you like the first part of Chased by a Shadow?
Then you can’t miss the second part of the story! I’ll post it tomorrow here, and I’ll also tweet about it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
So see ya tomorrow and have fun!
I was desperately running in the woods, trying to save my life.
I couldn’t hear the wind; instead I only felt its coldness on my skin. The fog clouded my vision, making me stumble more than once. But I couldn’t stop moving. I knew he was still behind me, closer than I would have wanted him to be. I kept on running as fast as my legs let me. I could barely distinguish the tall trees that surrounded me. They were all narrow, which meant that I had no place to hide. I felt my heart in my throat, ready to come out at any moment. The leaves on the ground crunched with every step I took. So he was aware of my location; that sound helped him follow me. The worst part was that I not only dreaded him, but also the place I was at that moment. I could hear the sounds of animals, like owls and bats. I could also smell the humidity in the woods and even though I was in permanent movement, I felt a shiver down my spine. I had to admit that never, ever in my entire life, I imagined myself in such terrible situation. I didn’t even know this man. I had no idea as to why he was so desperately trying to kill me. We’d been running for, perhaps, nearly half an hour and he hadn’t stopped ever since. I never hurt him, insulted him or anything whatsoever. I considered myself a good person who always did her best to help others, to be nice to others. My family and my friends were my life. How much I missed them! I would’ve given anything to be with them instead of here.
I startled when I suddenly heard his whistle. He liked to do that once in a while. That was the third time he whistled. He was trying to scare me, and it was working. I didn’t stop, though. I ran with more desperation. Yet, my legs were tired and I was already panting. The cold air in my stomach caused me a sharp pain. I was exhausted and that worried me more than anything. I started to cry. It was stupid, yet it was necessary. I didn’t know what else to do.
Just when I thought that I was screwed, I noticed that the fog was disappearing. I was reaching the end of the woods. I felt a wave of hope. I cried for help. Someone had to hear me.
I finally reached the end of the woods, and to my surprise I saw an enormous house, a mansion, located meters ahead. It looked gloomy and I had to cross a plain garden if I wanted to get there. Nonetheless, it was a bare and exposed land.
I stopped and turned my head back.
I couldn’t hear him anymore, but he was behind me. It was a matter of time before he reached me.
There was no choice.
Maria Ortega 