Prologue

I still remember the day she disappeared. It was Friday the 13th of October of the year 2009. Friday 13th… They say this day brings bad luck. Who knows, maybe it does. One thing’s for sure, it brought bad luck to her. And then us all. When she disappeared, everything fell apart.

5 Days Ago

He was walking  on the pavement. He had no idea where he was going. All he knew was that he needed to find a way out. He needed to get out of there fast. Or they would catch him.
   
He began to run, as fast as his injured legs allowed him. He looked behind him. There was no one. Maybe he had managed to escape. Maybe he was safe.

Wrong.
   
He could never be safe. They would hunt him forever until they would catch him and make him one of them. One of them…  But what were they ?
   
Spirits… no, ghosts. Spirits are meant to guide and help. And they were definitely not helping him. They were ghosts. Bad spirits…  Or so he thought.
   
He stopped running. He looked back again. And again there was nothing. For a moment, he allowed himself to breathe.

But it only lasted a moment
   
Two hands grabbed him from the legs. Two strong hands. He fell on the hard concrete of the pavement. His nose started to bleed. The icy cold hands began to drag him. Scratches and bleeding wounds filled his face. He tried to fight, but it was too late. He gave up. They had found him. They had caught him..

He was now one of them.

Now

Morgan woke up with the taste of blood in her mouth. She opened her eyes, but all around her there was black darkness. She could not see anything. She raised her hand right in front of her eyes, and moved it around. Nothing. Her eyes could not pierce through the dark. 

Was she dead ?

She searched every inch of her body, blindly in the dark. It felt…  normal. As normal as the day before.

Had she been in a coma?

It was possible. There was a gap in her memory. She had no idea where she was, and she didn’t remember how she got there. Yes, a coma, seemed the only logical explanation.

What time is it? What day is it ? How long have I been unconscious?
   
She tried to remember…  School had ended…  She was waiting for her dad to pick her up…  A car came…  But after that there was nothing. Just a void, a gap.

Who was in the car ? Had it been her dad, or maybe someone else ? Was she kidnapped ?
   
But she was always careful. Her parents had taught her not to talk , receive gifts or get in a stranger’s car.
Had her kidnapper drugged her ?
   
It was a possibility and it would explain a lot.
   
She forced herself to remember. But it was impossible. At least for now…

   
Morgan stood up. Her legs were hurting. She stretched out her hands and took a step forward. She touched a cold, stone wall. It was wet. Disgusted she turned her body to the right and with her left hand still on the wall, she moved in a straight line. She didn’t let go of the wall. It made her feel safe. Safer.
   
Step by step, she reached what felt like a door. In the darkness, she couldn’t be sure what it was. She groped it with her fingers. Yes, it was a wooden door. It didn’t take much time to find the handle. She held it tight and prayed that the door wasn’t locked.

She hesitated.

She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to open it or not. There could be monsters on the other side, ghosts. Evil people like those in stories.
How silly she was ! There were no monsters behind that door. No evil at all. And definitely not ghosts…  Right ?
   
She took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking. She knew that the only way to escape this… place was that door. All she had to do was to be brave and open it. She turned the handle… 

3 Days Ago

Morgan was walking fast. She was almost running. Running to go home. Something that day felt different. Everything around her seemed unfamiliar and unsafe. Everything she knew, her school, the park she went with her friends, the ice cream shop at the corner of the road…  Everything felt cold and scary and dangerous. Even the people she loved, her friends, her teachers, they too felt unfriendly and she didn’t want to be with them.
   
She counted the minutes, one by one, hoping that they would go by faster. But of course they didn’t. Instead, she felt like time was moving even slower today.
   
She was now less than five minutes away from home. Suddenly , there was a voice inside her head, a deep, male voice telling her to run, as fast as she could. Run for her life. She began running.
   
She heard the sound of a car approaching. «RUN» the voice screamed inside her head, and she tried, but the car was faster. It got  closer and closer, until finally, it stopped right next to her. Morgan’s tired legs could no longer run. She looked around. How was the road empty, in the middle of the day? Where were the cars, the people?
   
With the corner of her eye, she saw two men, getting out of the car. They were wearing matching black suits, and ties, and their shoes were so clean, they were shining under the sun. They seemed…  important. And dangerous.
  
They moved closer to her.

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Επιφελροης και κάτι πιο μεγάλο. Υποτίθεται θα έγραφα μία ιστορία τρόμου για το Halloween, αλλά τελικά μέχρι εκεί κατάφερα να γράψω. Αν και τώρα που το σκέφτομαι, δεν είναι άσχημη η ιδέα, και θα μπορούσε να εξελιχθεί σε κάτι ενδιαφέρον. Μπορεί να την ολοκληρώσω κάποια στιγμή...

Πως σας φάνηκε? Περιμένω σχόλια με τη γνώμη σας, και αν θέλετε πείτε μου και τι πιστεύετε θα μπορούσε να είναι η συνέχεια.