It was exactly 1 a.m. when I had to leave my friend’s place. Pure ebony surrounds me, everything is pitch dark, the streetlights do not work, and I have no idea where I am or where I am heading. I instantly felt uncomfortable, like someone or something was following me. My guts became increasingly strained. I suspected something was awry; I should have listened to my friends and left sooner. Suddenly, I heard a footfall match going on but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it was taking place. It felt like I was being engulfed by the game, which increased louder with each step I took…I needed to do something, so I called the emergency number, but it was too late; Just as I dialled the number, my phone died.
A chilly breeze slowed my breathing and stopped me in my tracks. I sensed I was in danger, but I wasn’t sure what it was, and I didn’t want to stay and try to figure it out. I ran till I was unable to breathe. After a while, I recognised that the direction I was racing in was unfamiliar to me. I’d walked on this this road many times before, but not at this late hour, and I was certain it was the one I always took. I continued my walk, praying and hoping to find my way home. Then, in the distance, I saw smoke billowing towards me; before I could escape in the opposite way, it took me off my feet and began twirling me so quickly that I had no idea where I was or what was going on.
Then there was a terrible stench that I couldn’t breathe. I tried to yell, but my voice had entirely gone. I couldn’t see at all, but I imagined that another figure had joined me in the thick fog. It was not a whole figure, and it did not appear human. I attempted to close my eyes, but the freezing wind in this vortex was paralysing me, and I could feel every inch of anguish as it ravaged through my body.
Then everything came to a painful halt, I was thrown aggressively against a brick wall that I heard my ribs snap and my jaw break. I was then lifted by my feet, hurled into the air and landed hard on the concrete below me. How am I still alive? What did I do to earn such a punishment.? I knew at that point that I would not make it. I was about to die at the hands of these beasts.
I began to plead or murmur for whoever or whatever was attempting to murder me to cease. I was so weak at this point that I wasn’t sure if anyone would hear me, but then for the first time, I heard someone speak. “she will definitely make the cut, brand her with fire and bring her along.” Pain and silence.