Stream Liner of the Lost Souls
When you're dead, you're dead, right? Wrong!
You can run, but you cannot hide from the
He put his hands up to his face. He was sure his nose was broken. Tears were filling his eyes, which hampered him even more. He could only see a blur and he rubbed his eyes in the hope he would be able to see clearer. He scrambled up off the floor and looked to see where the old lady was. He couldn't see her. She wasn't in her seat. “Shit, shit, shit!” he mumbled his mind spinning.What the hell was going on? His nose was killing him and he couldn't think straight. He had to get out, and fast. Whatever that thing was it definitely wasn't human--, and no way was he going to wait around and find out who or what it was. He staggered towards the lounge door, his heart going ten to the dozen. His eyes were transfixed on the door. There was blood pouring out of his nose and going everywhere, but that was the least of his concerns. His instinct told him to get away. He quickly scanned the lounge again, but this time he was looking for something he could use as a weapon. He spotted a vase, tipped the contents out on the floor and raised his arm above his head in readiness. He’d got to the end of the lounge and cautiously walked down the hallway. There was no sight or sound of the old lady. He headed towards the front door, looking behind him every other step. He suddenly heard a voice behind him. He swung around, putting his arm’s up in a natural defensive act. There was nobody there. He kept his guard up for a few seconds just to be sure. When he was convinced nobody was going to leap out from the lounge he gave out a big sigh of relief, but as he turned back round to face the front door he froze. His whole body felt paralysed He tried to move but couldn't. His mind was willing but his whole body had gone numb. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable---.