  It's dark, Silent. You try to tiptoe your way towards the door. Not making a sound. You finally reach your destination And you grab the knob. Turning it ever so slowly I clicks and you open the door But you find yourself peering into an unfamiliar closet. A tear of ice runs down your face, For you know he is behind you.
He grabs your shoulder And tries to cover your mouth. You bite, Hard. The taste of blood reaches your tongue, The taste of satisfaction. You hear what must be a scream But it's all a blur. You start to run, But you have no idea where. You are now outside, But it is dark.
No lights, Not even the moon to guide you, Everything is against you. Suddenly, Something hits you. You fall. Now lying in a bed of blood. You try to play dead, But he isn't fooled. He starts hurting you.
But you feel no pain. In your mind you have gone to another place. Another hit, Something worse than before. It brings you back from that wonderful place. You are now peering into his eyes. His face is red with anger, Eyes filled with determination.
He is a stranger, And you are his victim. You think to yourself, "Was this really worth the money? " He is now out of sight. You lie there, Motionless. Your mind has taken you back to that wonderful place. And you realise, You have no feeling, You are dead. 
