Sam's Not So Popular Love Life Written In Popular Movie References by Perie Wolford

Author:Perie Wolford [Wolford, Perie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-02-18T23:00:00+00:00

P.S. I’m going to college next fall and I’m sure you want to know how that goes. Stay tuned!

I stand barefoot in grass so tall that its emerald-green blades reach my thighs.

I can feel a breeze blowing against me. And I catch the salty scent of the ocean. And I hear it too, the ocean, its waves crushing gently against the sand at a beach somewhere not far from here. I try to look up but the sun is so bright it stings my eyes. There’s not a cloud in the sky, just an immense stretch of the light-blue uniform fabric of it.

I lower my head and look around me. The amount of greenery before my eyes is major.

There’s grass, lush and green, very green actually, as green as it can get I think. There are bushes sprinkled with large pink flowers that strike my eye immediately. I bet every one of those spectacular flowers is the size of a football at least. There are trees all around me, surrounding me actually, with their heavy clustery branches swaying in the breeze sluggishly.

If I believed in heaven, that would be my idea of it.

Around me everything is perfect, on the first glance at least. But then I notice one thing that is not so perfect–the sounds, they are unnaturally muffled and unclear. I check my ears. I try covering them with my hands and uncovering. But that has little effect. The sounds are still low, stifled.

And then I hear one sound that stands out.

It’s the sound of his breath, slow, low-pitched, and unpleasant. I turn around trying to catch where it’s coming from but I can’t. The sound is everywhere, surrounding me, dominating over everything else.

That sound sparks recognition. I know that sound. I’ve heard it before.

Then I hear it again, much nearer this time, coupled with the slithering scrape of something like fingernails across slate. But those are not regular fingernails; by the sound of it, they have to be made of metal. Knife blades!

The vibrant colors around me start gradually to dim out into a colorless grey mass and my heart starts to thump faster as the sound of his breathing becomes louder and clearer. He is getting closer to me now. And now I remember who he is.

Sweat beads on my forehead as I find myself in an agonizing anticipation of his arrival.

Everything around me grows lifeless and silent, and then his deep, ragged voice whispers to me, “One, two, Freddie’s coming for you.”

His voice is so terrifying that it sends me running.

I run away from the voice that turns into a loud insane laughter behind my back. He is toying with me, I know. I’m just a mouse inside an intricate labyrinth of his terror. He’s going to get me unless I run.

So I run.

I run as fast as I can away from him.

When I finally stop I find myself in a dark corridor with black-painted walls and a very high ceiling. Huge industrial pipes twining around me erupt in stream outbursts every now and again.

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