I've been having some writer's block with my other story, so I started a new one.

I finish the other one, but for now here's something knew.

My first try at a suspense/scary story.

Hope you like it. =)

To be honest, I don't remember a lot of things about that day. It's hazy. I remember getting up, going to school . . . . I never actually came home from school though. He took me somewhere along the way. I don't remember exactly when it happened. He did it so quickly. There was no time to react. I was already in his hands by the time I realized what was happening, and once I was in his hands, he wasn't going to let go. He would never let go. Not while he was alive.

This is probably confusing. Maybe I should start at the beginning.

Two weeks ago

He was there again, standing on the street corner. The light was red, but he didn't cross over to my side. He just stood there. I was starting to really get the feeling that he was watching me. For the past week he's been there, just standing there on the corner. He never crosses the street, just watches. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching me. He has been standing on that same corner, in that same spot, around the same time every day this week. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. He could just be going to work or something. Or maybe he just liked standing on that corner. There are weird people in the world.

"Ara, are you coming?" Kai said. He was a couple feet ahead of me.

I looked at him. He was clad in jeans, a plain black t-shirt and an easy going smile. His hair had grown longer over the summer. He was taller now, too.

"Ara?"

I cast a glance behind me. He was still there, on the corner. He was looking up at the sky. It was a cloudy morning. The sky seemed to threaten that rain would come at any moment. At least, that's what it had looked when I had first stepped out of my house. Right not, though, the sky seemed to be clearing up. There were patches of blue peeking through the gray. Some sunlight broke through the patches bathing the streets in light. When I looked back at the man on the corner he was looking straight at me. He said something, smiled, then turned on his heel and walked away.

"What are you looking at?"

I jumped. "Kai don't sneak up on me like that."

"I called you three times," he said holding up his hands. "We're going to be late."

Looking at my watch I saw that we had only five minutes before the late bell rung. "Come on, we have to hurry."

"We won't have to hurry if someone hadn't been spacing out."

"Shut up," I said as I started to jog.

As we ran I thought about that man on the corner. He had said something, but I couldn't hear him. It looked like he had said 'soon'. Soon what? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. Now I was kind of hoping I was being paranoid.

Surprisingly we made it just on time to school. Not even a second to spare; the late bell rung as soon as we had burst through the front doors.

"See you in second period," Kai said as he headed off in another direction.

I headed in the opposite direction. For some reason I couldn't get that man from the corner out of my head. The more I thought about it the more paranoid I became. The entire day passed by in a blur. I was lost in my thoughts for most of it, only resurfacing to get the homework assignment. I'd seen that man before. Actually I've been seeing him for two weeks now, but it didn't start bothering me until a few days ago. I didn't think much of it at first, just thought he was a weird guy. Everyone has the quirks, you know. He just liked to stand on a corner. A few days ago though, I got the feeling that he wasn't just standing on the corner though. It felt like he was watching me. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I haven't said anything to anyone. Beside it wasn't like he was doing anything. He was just watching. It's creepy, but nothing too alarming. At least I tried to convince myself that it wasn't. Somewhere inside though I knew it kind of was. I told myself that I would tell someone if he started to do something other than just watching, like per say following. If he started stalking me I would tell someone.

That made me start thinking about what would happen if I did tell someone. Who would I tell? There was Kai. He was my best friend, had been for about seven years now. What would he do? What could he do? Knowing him he would probably confront the guy. There was my dad. He would probably confront the guy too. Actually he'd probably beat the crap out of him first, and then talk to him. I wasn't going to tell the school about it. They either wouldn't help at all or blow the whole thing out of proportion. And what could I tell him about the guy. I had no idea how old he was. He could be anywhere from eighteen to thirty. I could tell his specific age, but I was pretty sure he wasn't older than thirty. The only the thing I could distinguish about him was that he had dark hair and was about medium height. I had only glanced at him before. Today was the first time had flat out looked at him. He was a bit too far away for me to tell anything specific. If I did tell someone about this guy the only thing I could tell about him would be that he was between the ages of eighteen and thirty of medium height with dark hair. That could be any guy in this city.

Before I knew it the last bell had rung signaling the end of the day. I shuffled out of class still so deep in my thoughts I didn't notice Kai standing outside the classroom.

"Ara."

I jumped when a hand touched my arm.

"Are you okay?" Kai asked.

"Yeah," I said nodding. "Why?"

"Well you've been kind of jumpy today."

"Oh, uh, it's nothing. I guess I'm on a little edge today," I said heading to my locker. Kai kept pace beside me.

"On edge." He said it more to himself than to me.

It took me three tries to get my locker open. My hands were shaking a bit. I cursed myself for becoming so paranoid. When I get nervous or scared or stressed, it shows. My body language is a deed give away. That's what Kai said anyway. In my haste to get everything in my backpack I dropped my history book. Kai picked it up and handed it to me.

"What's wrong, Ara?"

I looked at Kai.

"You've been acting like this all day," he continued. "Did something happen?"

I shook my head and zipped up my backpack. "I'm fine Kai, really. I'm just a little tired."

I could tell he didn't believe me. He knew me too well. I didn't want to tell him what was really bothering me though, at least not until I knew this was a serious problem. It wasn't officially a huge problem, so I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. I heard Kai sigh.

"Will you be alright walking home by yourself?"

I smiled a little, "I'm a big girl; I think I can manage walking home by myself."

He shook his head, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Have fun at soccer. I'll see you tomorrow," I said walking toward the exit. Right now all I wanted was to go home and lay down. My nerves were shot and I felt exhausted. I was almost out the door when I heard Kai call out.

"Ara!"

I turned.

"Call me if anything happens."

I shook my head. "Kai nothing is going to—"

"Just call me. In case something does."

I sighed. "Fine." Then I walked out the door.

~X~

I look back on that day and wished I had told Kai about . . . him. I've been in his hands for two weeks now. His grip was tight. A few weeks ago he had loosened it. I almost got away. He didn't like that. He didn't want me to leave. He wasn't going to let me leave. Ever. He told me once I start behaving then he let me go. Not go go, but he'd let me go outside. I have seen the sun in two weeks. It was dark all the time. I was stuck in a room with nothing but darkness. There was no way for me to tell what time I was. The only way I knew two weeks had passed was because he had told me.

Every so often he comes down from somewhere. It sounds like he coming down stairs, but he never turns on any lights, so I can never see him. He tries to talk to me. I don't reply. I refuse to talk to him. He tells me he's going to take me some place nice. Somewhere away from other people. Wear no one can find us. Where there's no wear to run to. He said it was just going to be me and him. Forever. He left when I started crying in hysterics. That was how most of our conversations ended, me crying in hysterics. I couldn't listen to it. I couldn't sit there, chained to a wall, and listen to him tell me how wonderful our life was going to be together. He was crazy. He kidnapped me, chains me to a wall, and puts me in a dark room with mice for company. He was my insane captor. When I first awoke here he was there. I didn't know he was there at first. He didn't say anything, just sat there. It was only when I started screaming that he decided to let his presence be known. Do you want to know what's worse than being trapped in a dark room? Being trapped in a dark room with an insane kidnapper. As you can imagine, I screamed my little head off. I screamed for three days straight. At least that's what he told me. After that I blacked out, but it was hard for me to tell when I was really awake. The whole room was black. I couldn't tell when I had my eyes closed or open. For days I laid there completely disorientated, not able to think a single coherent thought. I was going to die. He was going to kill me. I knew that and I accepted it. I was asking for it. It would be easy. Then again life is never that easy.

Something creaked, and my body went rigid. He was here. There were soft thuds that sounded like he was descending down some stairs. I hoping, praying, that he wouldn't come back. I hoped he would just leave me here to die. That was too easy though. He liked to torcher his pray. Play with them until they begged for mercy. That was his sick little game. Everything went silent again. I knew he was there. He was somewhere in here, standing in the darkness. Watching his prey. Watching me. For a while there was no sound, nothing to tip me off that he had moved. I knew he was there though. I could feel it. My whole body was on edge with tension. My breath came out in uneven gasps. My mind started to come out of its stupor, panic and fear making my brain kick into gear. I looked around, but of course I couldn't see anything. I couldn't see him, so concentrated on listening. The only way I could tell when he was coming was because the stairs, but when he reached the bottom there was nothing. He made no sound, nothing that could tell me he was coming near me. Nothing that could–

A hand clapped over my mouth.

Saying that scared me would be the biggest understatement of my short-lived life. I was mortally petrified. I started thrashing, and kicking and screaming like a crazed animal. My scream was muffled by something covering mouth though, and I really couldn't move that much being chained to a wall. I think I passed out. It was hard to tell. Everything was already dark.