Raven Hill…Prologue

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Raven Hill

MG Paranormal, Mystery, Thriller.

Prologue  

I knew it was dangerous. They warned me. They told me not to come here. I looked over my shoulder. I know I heard something, but no one was there. I started running. “Why am I so stubborn?” I’m not sure this was a good idea. I probably should have waited. But, I can’t wait. I have to find it, I just have too!

I glanced over my shoulder, when I heard the twig snap and the leaves rustling behind me. My breath caught in my throat, when I saw him. “Oh, no!” My heart pounded in my chest and I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, making my skin feel all tingly and weird, like spiders crawling all over me. I shivered, and then ran as fast as I could through the woods.

“Oh, God…please help me!”

The air was thick and musty, making it hard for me to breathe. I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn’t. “Why didn’t I listen?” I looked around, but everything looked the same. “Where am I? I’m lost!” My eyes filled up with tears, making it hard for me to see. I looked around again, but I still didn’t know where I was or where I was going. My muscles ached and my lungs were burning.

“Help!” I screamed as loud as I could. “Help!”

My mouth was so dry and my bottom lip cracked and started to bleed. I licked my lip and then gagged. The taste of blood made me sick to my stomach. I turned, and looked behind me. “Why did I come here? What was I thinking?” I don’t know what to do. I’m so confused. I can’t out run him. He’s obviously stronger and faster than me, and besides that, I don’t even know where I am. “Maybe I should hide?” I glanced around, hoping I could recognize something, anything that looked familiar. That’s when I noticed it. I ran as fast as I could, weaving in and out of the trees. I stopped to catch my breath and looked to see if he was still following me. I couldn’t see him, but I could still hear him. When I reached the old graveyard, hidden in the woods, I ran toward the place I knew I could hide. Most of the headstones were dark gray; others were so pale they blended with the sky. Some were lying on the ground, others were leaning over, ready to fall, and a few were still standing straight, like solders standing at attention.  I tripped and almost fell, but thankfully I didn’t. I headed toward the tomb in the back of the cemetery, where they bury dead people who don’t want to be buried in the ground, like my aunt. It made me shiver just thinking about it, but I had no choice. When I reached the tomb, I grabbed the door handle and was about to open the door, but then I changed my mind and ran to the back, crouched down behind it, and hoped he wouldn’t find me. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like someone was squeezing me, I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t easy. I sat down, and tried not to move or make any noise. Which isn’t exactly easy for me to do, and I listened.

“Go away! Go away!” You’re not real. This is just a dream, it has to be! I’m going to wake up and it’s all a bad dream. “Please, please be a dream!” But it wasn’t, because I pinched my leg and it hurt. I felt a lump in my throat, and I couldn’t swallow. Tears rolled down my face and a sob escaped from my lips. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands, so I wouldn’t make any noise, and I waited, hoping and praying he wouldn’t find me. After several minutes, which felt more like hours, I uncovered my mouth and wrapped my arms around my legs pulling them as close to my body as I could. Tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheeks, I wiped them away quickly with my shaking hands.

After a while, I realized it was quiet. I listened, straining to hear, but there was nothing, only the sound of the woods. “Maybe I lost him? Maybe he can’t find me!” I breathed deeply through my nose and out my mouth several times, and I was finally able to catch my breath. Then I rested my head on my knees, and closed my eyes for just a second. I’m so tired. I just want to go home. I don’t know what to do. “Please God, I’ll never complain about doing chores, ever again. I promise. Please let me get home safely, please!” I want to leave this place and never come back. But I’m so afraid. I’m afraid to stay because he might find me, and I’m scared to leave for the very same reason. I don’t know what to do. I tried to get up but my body wouldn’t move, I couldn’t move, so I waited for a few more minutes. It was so cold, I could see my breath, but I was sweating. My hair clung to my face and I reached up to push it away and that’s when I heard it. The sound I didn’t want to hear, the sound I was hoping, no, praying not to hear. The sound of twigs snapping, leaves crunching under someone’s feet and heavy breathing. He found me.

I tried not to panic when I turned my head and peeked around the tomb, I gasped when I saw him. I quickly covered my mouth, hoping he didn’t hear me. “How did he find me? I thought I lost him.” I peeked again, I couldn’t help it. He’s so close, I have to do something. I can’t just sit here and wait for him to get me. I jumped to my feet and ran for my life. I could hear him, he was right behind me. So, I ran faster. Low branches slapped at my arms and face, stinging me, but I kept running. Every once in a while I’d look over my shoulder to see where he was, he was catching up to me. I looked back again and something caught my eye. I saw something through the trees. It was hazy at first, but then I could finally see what it was. It was the clearing. I knew where I was now. I ran toward it, toward Raven Hill. My legs were burning and I had a pain in my side, but I kept running. I looked back when I heard his footsteps behind me, which wasn’t a very good idea, because I lost my balance, tripped over my own big feet and fell to the ground. I quickly got up and ran toward the mansion.

“Wait! What am I doing? No one lives there. There’s no one to help me.” I frantically looked around, panic was rising in my throat and choking me. Tears were filling my eyes and I couldn’t see. Run! Don’t look back! Just run! “Help!” I screamed as loud as I could. “Someone please help meeee!”

“No one can hear you!” sneered the man running after me.

I froze for just a second. I didn’t look back, even though I was tempted too. I just started running again. My heart was pounding in my ears, I couldn’t hear anything else. Tears were running down my face again and I couldn’t see. I tripped over a dead tree and fell on my hands and knees. I jumped to my feet and tried to run, but my jacket was caught on a branch. I pulled, but it wouldn’t give. “Help!” I screamed loudly, hoping someone would hear me, while I yanked at my jacket. My hands were shaking. “Oh, please help me!” I reached down and yanked really hard and tore my jacket, releasing me from my prison. Then I ran as fast as I could, but it wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed me from behind, pulling my hair and yanking me toward him. I screamed! It hurt. Tears were pouring down my face like a waterfall now. I struggled to get free, but he was too strong. He held me in a vise like grip, I couldn’t move, not even an inch. He released my hair, taking some of it with him. “Ouch!” He put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream again. Then he grabbed my wrist, with his other hand and twisted my arm behind my back.

“Don’t say a word,” he snarled in my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck and it made me shiver. “Do you understand?” I nodded. He removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed my shoulder, whirling me around, to face him. I looked up at him. “Where is it?” he sneered, searching around my neck. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even think. This can’t be happening, this isn’t real! I closed my eyes for just a second, then opened them, hoping it was all a bad dream. But it wasn’t, it was real, very real. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. Then he leaned down, just inches from my face and looked into my eyes. I shivered.

“Where is it?” he whispered, through clenched teeth. His breath was horrible. I knew what he wanted, what he was after. But I pretended not to know. I said nothing. I just stared at him, trying to remember every detail of his face. “Where is it?” he demanded. “Tell me where it is!” he shouted and searched me again. But he couldn’t find what he was looking for. I looked into his eyes. They were blue, but cold like ice and evil. His hair was dark brown, almost black. He hadn’t shaved in several days and he smelled like beer, cigar smoke like my uncle, and sweat.

“Where is it?” he asked again, staring into my eyes. He let my wrist go and grabbed my shoulders and shook me, squeezing my arms really hard. “Ouch!” I shouted. He cursed and grabbed my wrist again, twisting it. Then he reached up to cover my mouth with his other hand. That’s when I saw it, the ring he was wearing. It was strange. Silver, with two snakes twisting around each other and…

I suddenly felt something cold and hard on my neck. I tried not to move. But I glanced down and saw the knife he held to my throat. I hadn’t noticed he even had one, or that he had let my wrist go. But I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t run. The knife was pressed hard, up against my throat. If I moved, I would die. “Don’t you dare scream!” he sneered, uncovering my mouth, he was still holding the knife to my throat. “Are you going to behave?” he asked sternly, staring into my eyes. I shivered again and shook my head. Then he slipped the knife into his pocket and reached for my arm. I tried to get away, but I couldn’t. He quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. “Don’t think I won’t use it!” he sneered. “Where is it? I’m not going to ask you again!”

“I don’t have it!” I screeched.

“Yes you do, I know you have it!” he shouted, tightening the hold he had on me. “I’ve seen you with it!” he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“I don’t have it,” I cried. I started trembling, even my insides were shaking. Is he going to kill me? “Don’t play games with me,” he growled furiously. His face was turning red and the veins in his neck were popping out. He was getting really mad now. He clenched his teeth in anger and released my right wrist, letting it fall while he covered my mouth again with his hand. Then he bent my left arm behind my back, twisting it tightly, I thought it would break and I couldn’t breathe, because he was squeezing me. Then he leaned in, just inches away from my face and I could smell his breath again. It made me want to vomit. “This is the last time, do you hear me! Where is it?” he shouted, twisting my arm even harder. “I know all about you, and your family. So, you better tell me the truth!” he demanded, letting his hand fall from my face and slipping it in his pocket, where the knife was.

“I…lost it!” I whispered, before he could pull the knife out. I shivered again and closed my eyes, I couldn’t look. What is he going to do to me, now that he knows I don’t have it? I have to get away, but how?

“What!” he shouted. I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help it. I had to. Tears rolled down my face again. I looked up at him. I could see the veins in his neck popping out even more and his face turning three different shades of red. “Where did you lose it?” he asked angrily.

“I don’t know!” I lied.

“You don’t know!” he yelled in my ear. My heart pounded in my chest, I couldn’t stop shaking, and I couldn’t breathe.

“Where did you lose it?” he shouted, twisting my arm even harder than before. I screamed! I think he broke it. My legs gave out and I almost fell to the ground, but he pulled me up by my arm. I screamed again and he slapped me across the face. It stung. I reached up to touch my face, but he pushed my hand away. Then he covered my mouth with his hand again, and that’s when I did it. I bit him. I bit him so hard. He yelled and let me go. I ran as fast as I could, but he caught me. I screamed really loud. We struggled. I saw the knife fall out of his pocket and it fell to the ground.

“Let me go!” I screeched, struggling to get away, but I couldn’t. He slapped me on the face again, and this time I stumbled, and tripped over him. I fell to the ground, and hit my head on something hard. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move. My head was spinning. I could feel something warm and wet in my hair. “Is it blood? Am I bleeding?” I tried to get up again but I couldn’t. I was so dizzy it was making me sick to my stomach and the pain in my head was unbearable.

Oh God, I don’t want to die, not yet, not here. I tried to keep my eyes open, but my eye lids were so heavy. I blinked several times. Fight! Get up, move, but my body wouldn’t listen. No! This can’t be happening. I closed my eyes for just a second, and then quickly opened them again. My heart pounded out of control and my eyes filled up with tears. I could feel one of them escape and run down into my ear. Then he leaned over me. I looked into his eyes and…

Copyright 2013 ~ TXu 1-905-288

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