A shout of fear pierced the evening silence. Lucia turned around to its direction. She saw nothing. Darkness swallowed the trees, the posts, the house, the road, the sky, leaving only dark eerie silhouettes.
Her heart pounding, knees wavering, palms sweating, she mustered all her courage to move, to walk towards nowhere. Seconds pass, minutes, then more minutes, her jog turned into a run, her run turned into panic, and panic became confusion, despair. She stopped, calming herself, she breathed steadily. But the fear is too much.
"Where am I? Is anyone here?" She shouted in frustration, hoping to get an answer. Nothing came, only the silent whispers of the night. A chill ran through her back. She heard dry leaves crack, branches snap. Something, someone was approaching. The footstep draws nearer, slowly but surely, its heading towards her. Near enough for her to hear its heavy, rough, deep breathing.
Ten seconds counting, nine, eight... five, then silence followed. She closed her eyes shut, bit her lip tightly, teeth clenched, she forced herself not to cry. Suddenly, a cold, slimy liquid dripped to her forehead, flowed to her eyelids, nose, cheeks, to her lips, to her neck.
She lifted her hands, shaking, she reached to touch her face. She opened her eyes to see blood. Her hand was dripping with blood, her hair, her shirt, her jeans, everything. She looked around, the sky, the ground, the darkness, all in crimson red.
She was screaming, falling into the deep well of red with no sense of up from down. She gave up, hopeless, she allowed the darkness to overcome her.
Lucia sat upright, pale, sweating, shivering. She breathed calmly, "It was only a dream.", she thought, relieved. She looked at the clock. Stared at it blankly. It was 12:01am, July 13, Friday.