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ALONE AND AFRAID

ALONE AND AFRAID

I was scared
My vision blurredĀ 
Shadows passed in frontĀ 
Hazing in and outĀ 
Of my peripheral visionĀ 

The dimly lit room I found myself inĀ 
was damp, the smell muskyĀ 
the walls crusty and peeled easilyĀ 
when I applied a little pressure with my fingernailsĀ 
and scratched back and forth Ā 

I watched the hands of the clockĀ 
Rotate anti clock wiseĀ 
On the opel faceĀ 
The ticks and the tocksĀ 
Sounded like miniature bombesĀ 
Exploding in my ear drumsĀ 

The steel chain that restrained my wristĀ 
Grew heavyĀ 
So heavy
I thought my hand mightĀ 
snap away from my armĀ 

I tried to remain calmĀ 

A cold shiver slipped down my spineĀ 
Goose bumps protrude and riseĀ 
Like an army readying for battle
My fine black hairs their guns

My heart skips a beatĀ 

The faint sound of footstepsĀ 
Tapped against the veneer floor above meĀ 

Silence followedĀ 

It was as if they were listening to meĀ 
Listening to themĀ 

PalpitationsĀ 

Sweat poured from my brow,
Ā trickled down my cheeksĀ 
Carving a path through the picturesque landscape
Ā that I had created only hours beforeĀ 
my heart beat faster than ever beforeĀ 
it didnā€™t beat this fast ever
even if Iā€™d been for a five mile runĀ 
Ā 
footstepsĀ 

Heavy footsteps bound down the stepsĀ 
I swallow hard
My mouth dry
Itā€™s painfulĀ 

Bang!Ā 

The door flies openĀ 

CrashĀ 

It hits the wall with some much forceĀ 
that huge clumps of plaster crash onto the floorĀ 
I swallow hard again
Forgetting the pain beforeĀ 
From the sore that bore its way into my throatĀ 

I chokeĀ 

The huge shadowy figure now stood in the doorwayĀ 
Makes me choke on what saliva I had left in my mouthĀ 
Spittle flies forth and sprays the space in front of meĀ 

I can finally see

The macabrely dressed figure stood watchingĀ 
Wore a blood stained butchers apron
In his left hand a six inch butchers knifeĀ 
Sparkled as it caught the light behind himĀ 

Iā€™m dead for sureĀ 

I saw my life flash in front of meĀ 
My past and present flashed before my eyesĀ 
Some of those memoriesĀ 
Left tears streamingĀ 
Carving more paint from my face
As if removing my disguise

Iā€™m not going to lieĀ 

The towering shadowy figureĀ 
Made me pee myselfĀ 
I tried to hold it backĀ 
I didnā€™t want to be moreĀ 
Uncomfortable than IĀ 
Already wasĀ 

But it flowedĀ 

The urine seeped out as a trickleĀ 
As I squeezed to keep it within

I couldnā€™t winĀ 

I squeezed my buttocks togetherĀ 
But its no useĀ 
The trickle Ā 
No longer a trickleĀ 
With no choiceĀ 
I relax my buttocksĀ 
And let the urineĀ 
On its adventurous journeyĀ 

Away it goes

It seeps through my pants and snakesĀ 
Its way around and down my inner thighĀ 

I could dieĀ 

If Iā€™d been anywhere elseĀ 
The embarrassment t would have killed me

Please donā€™t film meĀ 

I see the red light blinking
From an object in his other handĀ 
I knew it was some mobile deviceĀ 
I bet he was getting a riseĀ 

He sighsĀ 

The red flashing light disappears
And he places the object into his pocketĀ 

This is itĀ 

He swishes the knife left to rightĀ 
In front of my face in a threatening mannerĀ 
I see my own reflection looking backĀ 
Through the cold steel

I squealĀ 

I feel the cold steel being forced against my throat
Along with sporadic gentle nudges

Heā€™s nicked my skinĀ 
The crimson beadsĀ that now raceĀ down my neckĀ 
Makes me beg for my lifeĀ 
I donā€™t want to dieĀ 

I cryĀ 

Tears fall in abundanceĀ 
My disguise is almost goneĀ 
Wish I could runĀ 

Pins and needlesĀ 

I extend my legsĀ 
Razors cut from within my veins Ā 
As blood surges back to the parts I hadĀ 
Disallowed beforeĀ 

This is itĀ 

The cold steel still pressed into my throatĀ 
Sang with a wisp Ā as the huge figure
Slid the knife across my throatĀ 
With lighting fast precision

Heā€™d done this beforeĀ 

Blood sprays out from the freshly cut woundĀ 
I choke as my life force is pumped from my bodyĀ 
As if being forced though a high pressure hoseĀ 
I raise my hand to stem the flowĀ 
But it just sprays between the crevices in my fingers

A numbness lingersĀ 

My eyes start to closeĀ 
No fight left in meĀ 
My internal organs start to failĀ 
From lack of bloodĀ 
My eyesightā€™s the last to goĀ 
They start to flickerĀ 
Then just as they are about to closeĀ 
He cuts off my head
It rolls across the floorĀ 
And for a brief secondĀ 
I stare back at my own headlessĀ 
Body.Ā 
Ā 

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J A Overton

HI, Cherie i have wrote several books already and chapters can be found on my wall in the story sectionĀ 

thanks for reading jeff

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J A Overton

thanks Lisa and yes it's very creepy lol glad you enjoyed it.

thanks jeff

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Georgina Richardson

Hi Jeff,

This is a superbly well written piece that had me fascinated right to the very end. I have read many books on this sort of thing and just love it. You were right when you said I would enjoy this one. Well done for a wonderfully captivating and thrill packed piece.

Gog bless

Love G xx

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Michael Blackwell

Hi Jeff, love the horror it had me on the edge of my seat, i couldn't wait for it to end though the absolute horror! had me right there asĀ the victim!!Ā Lol Omg!! superb writing skills my friend!! <3

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J A Overton

hi Michael, gad you enjoyed it. i thought you would, yes i can write macabre lol

cheers jeffĀ Ā Ā 

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DevynHoshour

that was quite a write, I could feel the pain of the narrator and it made me shiver despite my safe surroundings, nice work.Ā 

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J A Overton

Hi, sorry it was so long i just couldn't seem to finish it lol, glad you liked it

cheers jeff

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