The icy chill of the water. The sun was beating down on my face. I went back under the salty water which rushed in my ears. Then I couldn't come back up! I'm gasping for air. My head is pulsing. Then I jerk awake.
am I?" I think to myself. "Why am I here?" I look
around. I seem to be standing in front of a deserted road. The
cobblestone worn down in places. This looks familiar, but I don't
"I must have been sleepwalking," I tell myself. My feet seem to start moving to a certain place. I can't figure out where.
I arrive at a tall black gate. Looking inside, I see a vast amount of headstones; a cemetery. The sign on the gate read 'Baltimore Cemetery.' How'd I get to Baltimore? Isn't that in Maryland? How'd I get from New Jersey to Baltimore?
Suddenly, it came to me! I remember seeing a picture of the cemetery in my Language Arts class. We were reading an Edgar Allan Poe piece and our teacher showed us the photo of the famous burial cemetery he now resided in. But why am I here? I pondered this as walked down the paths, looking at all the graves.
I kept hearing these footsteps behind me, but every time I turned around, there was no one there. It grew very quiet. All I could hear was light footfalls and my quickened, nervous breathing. Nearby, I see a flash of black behind a grave - was it a person? I walk over and see it's just a cat. I continue walking.
Suddenly, I hear a horrid scream; it sounded like a battle cry. I whip around and there's a person who resembles the narrator from 'The Tell-Tale Heart' video we watched in class. He was clutching a terrible dagger in his hand. He ran at me with it and knocks me down. He plunged the knife into my chest and ripped out my heart. Then he ran out of eyesight; to Poe's grave perhaps? I closed my eyes. What did I do to deserve this? Why me? I'll never know...