Terror

Walking down the dreary alley at the back of my house, my palms began to sweat and my heart raced faster than ever before.

I was being followed, at least I was sure I was being followed, it was the second time that week I had felt a sinister chill as I walked down the alley.

It was like everywhere I looked lay shadows of menacing people, sounds of cries filled my ears as I went further into the long winding alley.

I felt cold breath on my neck and began to shake profusely the sharp knife piercing and slashing skin, pouring blood all over me.

I screamed in terror as I realised I wasn’t bleeding, but the knife I took for safety had killed someone else.

I had killed someone else, ME!