She was lost again. She never did have a sense of direction and it held true again now. Her heart began to pound mercilessly…usually someone was always there to help her out but not today.
Her travels today had brought her to the beachside. Not a building was there for many a mile. She started to walk back. She was alone…or atleast she thought she was. But she was not…unknown to her, someone was watching..
The darkness made her even more afraid. And the silence around her made even the slightest noice seem bigger than it was. She stopped…and her heart nearly followed her. She heard ominous approaching footsteps.
Cautiously she turned around and saw a man looking at her, walking towards her about to grab her throat. He wore all black… black jacket,black jeans,black gloves and ray-ban sunglasses. A thick scar ran across the sides of his face. A second she stood… then she ran.
Ran till she fell near the footpath where the sand became concrete, and her head hit it. She lost consciousness… when she woke, she was bound to a chair, that devilish face about to grab her again.
She screamed… closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she was back… in her bedroom…sweating.
A minute later, the sound came….BUZZ…the alarm rang but she had woken much before it.
She knew it…but it didn’t stop her fearing. For she had been having the same dream every night since a week.