My Worst Nightmare

by Laura

It was about 9 pm. There was an eerie feel towards the night. As the light started to fade around me, I slowly turned back from my long walk down Gargoyle Road.

Gargoyle Road is nearly always deserted, so it already has an uneasy atmosphere. I walked passed the spooky churchyard. I shined my torch towards it. The supernatural mist was slowly starting to rise from the graves. Rumour has it that this particular churchyard is hexed. A cold shiver tingled down my spine. I slowly carried on plodding down this deserted road. And that is when my terrible ordeal began.

I began to hear footsteps behind me. I looked around in every direction with my torch but no-one was there. As another cold and deadly shiver tingled down my spine I trembled with fear. The footsteps became louder. “who…who’s there?” I nervously requested. There was no reply. “who…who’s there?” c..c..come out and show yourself.” I was grabbed from behind. As two great big hands like the paws of a bear were crushing my neck I pleaded in terror. “Please! Stop! Please don’t hurt me!” “Shut it pipsqueak. One more mumble out of you and you’ll wish that you would have never been born!”

It was a deep voice with a Scottish accent. I could tell it was a man. He punched me repeatedly, gagged me, tied me up and chucked me into the back of his van. I thought I would never see my loving family again. As big tears rolled down my face, I sat there helplessly, hoping that somehow I would get out of this situation alive.

Finally the van came to a halt. The back doors opened. He pulled me out of the van with great force. I got a glimpse of his face. He had a beard, he had his eyebrow pierced and his left ear pierced. He shoved me into a dark and smelly basement where he chained me up to the wall like a dog. I have never been so scared in all my life.

Remember those graves I saw in the churchyard? I thought I was going to become one of those if I didn’t get out of this alarming location.

It was pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing. I heard chains clanking, doors creaking, the wind howling in pain. I sat there, day after day, suffering in this dark and smelly basement, until finally, I broke free from the awful rusty chains that were strapping me to the rotten walls of this great big mansion. And when I did, I ran for my life and phoned the police!

Thankfully I got out of there still in one piece and the man who did this to me, has a sentence for life in jail. I have never been down Gargoyle Road since that fateful day when I could have lost my life. I will never know why this terrifying man attacked me and kept me locked up in that dark and smelly basement, but I am just glad that I have been given a second chance to see my loving and caring family again.