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This is from my book that is still in the works “London Boy Run”, and this is the prologue. Please do not steal, and know that this is only for entertainment. Let me know your thoughts. Thank you! -Alice

He ran as fast as he could. The sounds of other boys shouting at him to “get back here!” Caused him to sprint faster. He had been through their torture for years and decided he had enough. His heavy breathing, and the sound of his shoes hitting the brick roads caused him to feel like he was in a state of freedom, but he had to keep going.

They were hot on his tail, and he had to go. The voice in his head told him “Run boy run” and that’s what he did. He accidentally pushed a man out of the way as he kept going. He didn’t even stop to apologize as he had to get away from these monsters. He ran and ran; he didn’t even feel pain burning in his legs. He kept going.

He was pulled out of his state of release, as he was grabbed and pulled into a nearby townhome. He was about to scream when he felt a delicate hand cover his mouth. “Be quiet,” a gentle voice spoke. It belonged to a girl.

He turned to her in the dimly lit room, the only light being through the boarded up windows. He recognized her as the girl that was also bullied, and the girl he fell for. “Anna-” he was cut off by her a shushing him, her finger went to her lips, and he couldn’t help but stare. She had long brown hair and red lips that mesmerized him.

They heard the boys’ quick footsteps outside of the abandoned house. He looked in the direction seeing the group run right by. The girl sighed and turned him to face her. “What were you thinking.” She groaned in frustration as she stood up and paced the room, he stood soon after. “They could have hurt you.” She looked into his eyes this time. She moved close and grabbed his face with one hand gently cupping his cheek, the other wondered to his collar as she pulled him gently closer, trailing it up to his other cheek.

They were in their school uniforms, and he couldn’t help but think she looked stunning. He was lost in her touch. “I don’t know what I would have done if they hurt you again.” She said sadly. He moved in, instinctively. He pressed his lips softly against hers. A small blush crept to her cheeks as she passionately kissed back. She pulled away. “Your lips are incredible...” he spoke to her as he looked into her eyes. “I love you James...” she muttered. “I love you too Anna. Let’s run away together, far away.” He grabbed her hand with triumph, as she held his, with a smirk. They both ran, hand in hand. They could conquer the world, as long as they were together.

[mikaf0x]

Part 1. Of a story I’m writing.

Warnings: blood, gore, mention of panic attacks, mention of death.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable please do not read!

Word Count: 262

Unaccounted

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The young women was writing in the middle of the night. Her friend had left not long before, but she needed a story out ASAP. She was typing away at her laptop, when she heard a strange knocking sound. She knew she was home alone, and she brushed the peculiar sound off as the pipes, and she’ll deal with it in the morning. The noise becomes so distracting that she needed to close her laptop and breathe. She has struggled with panic attacks since she was 13 after her grandmother had passed away. She was so close to her. The young women took a couple sharp breaths as he brown hair fell into her face. She heard breathing and slight growling which caused her head to shoot up, her green eyes scanning across the dark abyss. Her breath had hitched and she didn’t realize she was holding a breath, until after she sighed. She then saw a figure out of the corner of her eyes. It was tall, dark, and lengthy. Something straight out of a horror film. But she didn’t run. She just sat there, eyes glued to whatever it was. It stepped closer, its bones seeming to pop with every step. She didn’t even breathe. The thing came running and shoved the brown haired women to the floor. She yelped in agony as she looked down, and saw the crimson dripping from her abdomen. She had landed on what looked like a metal pipe. The blood stained her hands as she touched it and screamed loudly. Then she passed out.

[mikaf0x]

I originally wrote this for a school magazine but idk if it made it in so I’m posting it here! This story does include a little bit of gore and talks about sleep paralysis. If you are triggered by that please DO NOT read. Please don’t steal my story.

Word count: 544

Night Terrors

The boy ran through the dark forest, fear and adrenaline blocking him from the pain in his bloodied knee. His body told him to run from the loud footsteps echoing behind him. The teen boys, lungs burned but he kept going. He can’t stop, he couldn’t stop. His head pounded but that didn’t stop him. His legs were moving faster than his body could even think.

He started getting light headed and turned around for a split second, seeing a tall boney creature with pail skin, and overly long proportions. Then he woke up.

His heart pounded out of his chest. The rain was the only thing being heard as he caught his breath. Then everything went dead silent. No rain, goosebumps formed on his skin as if someone was watching him. His breath quickened as he frantically looked around his room. A panic attack rose inside of him. The silence was intoxicating. He tried to calm down so he wouldn’t hyperventilate, although he could not stop the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

He looked down and noticed the blood seeping through the fabric, “it actually happened..” He murmured to himself. “What the heck!” He shouted, his voice cracking. Then he heard the door creak. His head snapped in the direction, as his heart sank.

The same creature from before, stood at the end of his bed. It climbed onto him, the atmosphere never changed. He couldn’t think, as the boney creature put its hand on his wound, pressing with its weight. The teen couldn’t move, as his eyes started welling with tears. The pain was so immense he could barely handle it. The thing, was now face to face with him, as the boy held his breath. It’s slender fingers wrapped around his neck, cutting off his airway causing him to pass out.

He sat up in his bed. He quickly looked around the room, seeing no sign of the creature as the door was shut, rain droplets pounding on the window, almost as if begging to get inside.

He removed the covers to find no blood. He sighed. He then realized the pain that shot through his head, him quickly moving his hand to his face.

He got out of bed, as he trudged down the steps towards the kitchen which held some pain medicine. He got a glass of water and filled it. He leaned on the counter breathing heavily. He moved to open the cabinet and grabbed the Tylenol, that stored something to ease the pain in his head.

He heard a gentle knock on the glass doors. He brushed it off, assuming it was a branch from the wild wind. He was about to take a pill as he heard three loud bangs on the door. He quickly turned around his breath hitched, as he froze in place. His eyes widened at the same creature from his night terrors.

The glass of water slipped from his grasp as it hit the floor with a loud shatter. He took a slow step back as the monster stepped forward. It quickly moved to shatter the glass to get to the teen. He tried to move away as he stepped on the broken glass, screaming in agony. Then, everything went dark.