This is a quick write that I wrote during writing time.
The floorboards screamed with protest as I ran towards the stairs. I could still hear his voice in my head whispering my name. The knife in his hand sticky with blood scraping the walls leaving bloody marks everywhere. His feet thumped down the stairs slowly his eyes were like vipers looking everywhere trying to locate where I was. I slowly sneaked out of the room then ran to the garage it was open filled with light I continued But I then stoped there he was in front of me.
To be continued...
