I ran through the cold, dark street. The rain pattered against the road and on my head. I looked behind me, the shadowy figure was still following, I saw the blade of a knife shine in his hand. I ran as fast as I possibly could, sweat and rain were running down my forehead, my breathing was uneven and my heart pounded like crazy. I looked back again. He was getting closer, at least I thought it was a he, I'd never met this person in my life, yet here they were chasing after me, at night, in the rain, with a knife.

My legs started feeling stiff and yet I kept running. I looked back again, they were gaining on me, I pushed my whole body, forcing it to move further and faster. I kept running, not caring to look where I was going, not caring to think. All I cared about was getting away from this stranger, this shadowy figure chasing me on an empty, rainy street.

I ran. I didn't know how long I been running for and I didn't care. I was tired and sore all over, yet I kept running and the shadowy figure kept gaining on me. I suddenly found myself against a wall. "No!" I shouted. I turned around, my body trembling in fear. There standing before me was a huge figure, the dark concealing his appearance. I looked up a him. A crack of lighting flashed through the sky, lighting him up for a second. I saw all his gruesome features, his scars, his huge build, I screamed, I screamed and screamed at the top of my lungs. He was raising his knife.

"P..please, please let me go." I begged, falling lower in fright, tears ran down my already wet face, I looked up at the monster of a man I could make out a grin on his misfigured face. I continued to beg and scream. The knife was stabbed deep into my chest. The man pulled it out and walked away, leaving me in the shadowy alleyway to die.

I sat there, my breathing was rapid, my heart was going crazy, blood poured out of the wound. I screamed for help, but no one came. I lay there, bleeding to death with no one by my side. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, the pain was crazy, but I was determined to stay conscious. I prayed that someone would come, that I wouldn't die, but no one did come. A pool of blood had formed around me. I started losing my senses, my heart started to slow down. My vision went black. My heart stopped.

I was dead.