A NARROW ESCAPE
The weather was cold and chilly. The dark clouds gathered solemnly in the sky, illuminating any traces of sunlight. The cold breeze filled the air and people remained indoors. All I could see was an empty, deserted town. As I hobbled along the concrete pavement, I sensed something was amiss. Something had been following me as every now and then I heard the grass rustling behind me.
I hurried on forward, with fear building in me. My mother had warned me of missing children that had disappeared in that area. I shivered uncontrollably and I found myself running. The route home was much longer and I made the decision to go through a short cut.
“I will rather be home fast or go through the crucial way home,” I thought to myself.
Unfortunately, my doom was inevitable. As I dashed through the lonely road, I caught a glimpse of a shadow and turned around. I saw a black-hooded man, he was tall, hid body physique seemed muscular and held in his hand was a scythe. He had been following e since I left the school. I ran for my life, he too, went in my direction. It was a living nightmare. As seconds passed, he came closer and closer towards me. He aimed his scythe at me and it narrowly missed me. Fear was reigning in me. Soon I was running in circles with him behind me.
What I saw next was a glorious sight. All hopes I had become surreal. I was closing up towards the town and I knew help was in store for me. Unfortunately, I would not miss him that easily. He gripped my shoulder and I instinctively elbowed him in the face. His hood fell back and I captured a good view of his face. It was badly disfigured and as he grinned, his teeth were jagged and yellowish and his bloodshot eyes penetrated deep into mine. With this new strength I found, I whizzed towards the market area. I had lost him and I was gasping uncontrollably. It was relieving but I would never forget that stranger’s face. It was too traumatising and since that day, I had begged my mother to fetch me back from school every day.
My mother reported it to the police, and we found out that the stranger who chased me was a father who had lost his family. He had followed his emotions and in turn, driven to madness. I felt sorry for him and the police still could not find him. Until today, reports of missing children would be reported and I am glad that I could get away among the others.
Written by: Hariz Ilmani