A Night Of Wrong

I find myself sitting, pondering, thinking, of what the night entails for me. Friday the thirteenth. The night could only me bad. It’s the notorious night. The night when all bad and wrongful things happen. I think to myself “I shall stay in tonight and watch a movie. Nothing can go wrong watching a movie.” I begin to prepare myself for a night in slightly thrilled for a calm night. But whilst walking to fetch some food I unconsciously walk out of my apartment. My brain begins to think wildly. My thoughts being to mix together. I feel as I’m being jared around. That’s when I come to realize I am being thrown around I have some how found myself in the back of a car, feeling as if I am going 100 miles per hour. I black out. Waking up, I am cold, I am wet, and I am confused. I look around to see I’m in the middle of the woods with little clothes for this kind of night. I look around and see nothing but trees for miles. The sounds of nature seem to sound like those of monsters in movies. I begin to shiver. “Hello” I scream “anyone around!” I receive no answer. The noises seem closer now. I see a sudden movement out of the corner of my—

I feel to the ground with a thud. My face full of wet ground. I try to see what was on top of me. But the weight of the creature was to much to bear. I yell for help, when a cold wet feeling begins to surround me. I look to my sides to see pools of blood. I’ve been stabbed! The weight of the monster vanished seemingly instantly. I roll over now in pain. The night sky is full of stars. It wonderful. My breath slows. My heart slows. This was a night of wrong.