brendo said:I made this thread a while ago, But since no one replied i will post here!
Here is my story (one of them) that maybe 2 people might be interested in
This is not one of my best efforts but a good read none the less
An enormous clap of thunder echoed in the distance. My feet pounded the supple soil. I couldn’t stop running, not now. I was so close to what I had come to achieve. I peered down at my watch, covered in a film of rain. 4am. I had almost survived the night. I looked behind me into the smoky, uncertain distance. I was still being followed.
By now I was beginning to worry where my wife was. She was due home at five pm. The time was now eight thirty and no phone call. Nothing. I was beginning to think there was something going on in Amanda’s life. Something I didn’t know about. I switched the telly off and wandered gingerly into the kitchen for a drink.
There was a loud knock at the door. “Just a minute!” I put my drink down and headed for the door. I put my palm on the cold brass knob of the front door and felt a bone chilling curdle go down my spine. I pulled open the door. It was the police. “Are you John Andrews?”
“Yes” I said unsteadily.
“I’m sorry sir there has been a problem with your wife, you must come with us now” The last thing I remember is running into the police car.
I could see an opening in a warehouse up ahead. I headed towards it uncertain if I would make it inside. Once inside, no longer in the heavy rain, I felt a wave of relief come over me. I was going to get away. I looked out of the frosty windows of the warehouse. There was no sign of my kidnappers.
We were coming up to the Burwood police station. I looked as we drove straight by it. I notified the officer but he just ignored me and drove on. Something was wrong. Very wrong. We had been driving for around an hour now and I had no idea where we were. We pulled up in front of what looked to be an old abandoned junkyard. Surrounded by warehouses. The two police officers got out of the car and pulled out their weapons. They pointed them through the window and told me to get out of the car. One of them threw me a pair of handcuffs.
“Cuff yourself”
I collapsed into the chair by the window. I was exhausted from the run. I drifted off into a lapse of consciousness, my mind, unaware of its surroundings. There was another deafening burst of thunder, which startled me from my dreamlike state. I looked along the wall opposite to the window I was looking from. There were exquisite artworks littered all over. I studied these artworks looking for that subtle underling detail. A shadow moved across the wall. I turned around to face the window in time to see a figure eerily move across it. They had found me.
I was hurried inside the building that sat centre in the junkyard. The building was strange; it felt like I had been there before. I was hurried down the long corridor to a stone room. In the middle of the room was a captive woman tied to a chair. Her back was facing towards me however she seemed familiar in the dull light. A figure wielding a knife stepped out from the shadows and turned the chair around. It was my wife in the chair.
We were locked in the stone room together for what had seemed like a lifetime. Why were they doing this? What did they want from a fisherman and his wife? Who were they? One of the kidnappers that had brought me here, entered the room, gun in hand.” come with me” the man said staring at my wife. Amanda didn’t move. The man proceeded to grab her by the arm as hard as he could and hit her across the face. The man took Amanda away into another room.
I tensed up with fear. I saw the other man’s shadow move across the window. The door now began to rattle as the man tried to get through the locked door. I heard another noise beside me as the two men came rushing into the room demanding that I lay down on the ground and surrender to them. I had no choice but to do this.
After Amanda was taken away I got up from the cold stone floor and began to Asses my surroundings and found that there was nothing in the room apart from a wooden cabinet in the corner that was empty. I started looking for a way out of the room but couldn’t manage to find anything. I wandered over to the cabinet, which I could only just make out from the other side of the room in the dim light. I tried to move it- it was surprisingly light. I moved it out of the way and found that behind it there was a vent in the wall. I immediately took the cover off it and climbed inside. It was quite roomy and in about 3 minutes I was outside the building. I began to run as far and fast as I could, I wasn’t going to be caught by these people again. I had to notify the police- the real police- and save my captive wife. I came to an abandoned warehouse and ran inside.
I lay on the dirty floor of the warehouse. One of the men said stand up now so I did. He raised his weapon to my head.” BANG” A gun went off and the man fell to the ground. More gunshots and the other men fell to the ground. I looked over my shoulder to see my wife wielding a pistol.
She had saved my life. I ran over to her and hugged her. We were going to be all right. We walked out of the warehouse into the crisp morning air, as the suns first light crept over the hills. We walked towards the police car outside the junkyard and drove home. We arrived at about 8am and went up to the front door. I put my palm on the cold brass knob of the front door and felt a bone chilling curdle go down my spine. I pulled open the door. There was a man waiting inside…
Please note, DO NOT COPY THIS WITHOUT PERMISSION!!!
EDIT: Will post another much shorter and better story i wrote later on if anyone is interested
