Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26705150-20150814222552

Recently I was walking through my neighborhood and I was just minding my own business when I came across a folded piece of paper on the ground. I had seen it being blown around it a bit from the wind and I decided to pick it up, just to see what it was and it turned out to be a note. This is what it said.

I would often take long strolls in the night as I enjoyed the peace and quiet that usually came with it. I was a student at a local university taking a philosophy major and these nightly walks were some of the best times to think about the various topics that were often talked about in class. This was one of those nights as I walked down an empty street to get to the intersection. As I reached the intersection I noticed some headlights from my right. They were shining awfully bright and nearly blinded me as the car got closer. It stopped at the intersection just before a stop sign and I began to pass it going the other way on the sidewalk. Something about those headlights, they were unusually bright and I couldn't really see the driver or the model of the car. It also seemed to have stopped just a few minutes longer than normal for a stop sign. Thankfully it turned to go the left behind me and not in the same direction I was going.

I tried to just shrug it off and I kept walking the other way. I got to the end of the block and turned again to go back around. As I walked along the street on the sidewalk I noticed those familiar headlights pass by at the end. They were just as bright as ever and it just passed by without turning on  my street. Once again, I tried to shrug it off despite how much it was making me uncomfortable.

I got to the end of the street and went around again. By the time I got halfway down the street I heard the sound of car approaching behind me and I could see the lights shining onto the street as it approached. My uneasiness was getting to me and I quickened the pace of my walking. "Was this the same car" I thought. The car was moving really slowly behind and it never actually passed me. "Is someone following me?", I thought.

At this point I just wanted to get the hell out of there and back home. I just kept going until I got to the end of the street, but this time I wasn't just going around the block. The car that followed behind me stopped at the intersection but I didn't. I was so terrified that I just kept walking. This time I turned left, passing the street I just walked from, and went out of the entrance to the neighborhood. The car didn't go in the same direction this time but I wasn't sure where it went and I wasn't going to stop and find out.

I went left again and kept walking along the sidewalk. I felt even more uneasy now because this was alongside a country road where a forest sat on one end and neighborhood backyards on the other. I stuck to the sidewalk closest to the backyard fence and was in a full jog at this point.

I must have gone half a mile when I noticed those headlights again and the sound of a car following shortly behind me. It didn't pass me and it didn't try to drive alongside me but I knew what the driver was doing. The driver just wouldn't leave me the hell alone. I went from a full jog to a just running like crazy. I didn't care about making a scene anymore; I just wanted to get the fuck home.

I just kept running, but now I was farther away from the car and the headlights began to fade in the distance. I couldn't hear it as much and I knew it must have been farther behind, but I just kept running until I got to the end of the street. Another intersection, of course, I turned to run across to the right and I couldn't see or hear the car anymore. This road was a long one unlike the other; I felt like it was taking so long to get to the end. My heart was racing and I was starting to tire myself out. Still, I sure as hell wasn't going to stop or slow down.

I was getting closer to the end of the road now; I could see it, finally. My home was just a ways down from here and it wouldn't be long before I got there. I finally made it to the end of the street; it was a corner that turned to the right. I stopped running by this point due to exhaustion and I simply walked around the corner. The sidewalk had ended at this point and I stepped into the road.

That was a big mistake. I got around the corner and I immediately noticed those bright headlights approaching in my direction. This time I was facing the car and it was approaching really, really fucking fast. I tried to run back to where there was a bit of grass beside the road but it just followed me. In a blink of an eye, I could feel the metal smacking into me and knocking me to the ground, which caused me to black out. At this point, I must have been out for a while. When I woke up, it was dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I was in the truck of a car. I could barely move between the small size of the trunk and the injuries I must have sustained from the impact of the car. My head was throbbing with pain and the rest of my body felt so goddamn sore. I checked my pockets to see if I had any of my stuff but all of it was gone. I thought maybe it got taken or maybe they were knocked out of my pockets when I fell.

My mind was filled with terror as my thoughts rushed through what was going to happen. I felt completely hopeless as I laid there and I had no way of escaping or getting help.

There must have been hours of driving before the car finally came to a halt. I heard a car door opening and somebody's footsteps along the car. Then in just a moment, I heard the trunk being opened and I could see a little bit of the moonlight from behind somebody. They were looking directly at me while wearing a mask. I tried as quickly as I could plead with him or her or whoever it was.

"Please, just don't hurt Me.", "Don't fucking kill me, please".

He didn't say anything or do anything, not even a flinch. He just stood there and stared at me with those eyes of his, those menacing eyes behind a bizarre sackcloth mask. Then, in a quick moment I could feel a sting of pain across my face and I was out again.

When I woke up again my vision was all blurry due to just waking up and the side effects of getting smacked. I tried to look around and it seemed like I was inside a warehouse of some kind. Strangely, the room that I was in didn't seem to be any bigger than the average bedroom of a home.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was lying in a cot and a bucket sat next to it. I noticed a steel door across from me and I slowly crawled my way towards it from the cot. As I got closer, I noticed there was no door handle and no matter how hard I pushed the door it didn't budge. I even tried to bang on the door and scream for help. My screams were so loud but I couldn't hear anything else besides myself. It was completely silent outside, where-ever that was. I was so isolated and I felt hopeless.

<p data-p-id="d7cb9552b7ba7d5acae98187039edfb3" style="box-sizing:border-box;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:24px;font-size:18px;font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:24px;color:rgb(85,85,85);">After a while I just gave up on all the noise-making and I crawled back to my cot to get some more sleep. When I woke up, I noticed a tray of food, a bottle of water sitting next to me, and a book of some kind. I guess they came in when I was asleep. I think they wanted to keep me alive for a while but I didn't understand why.

<p data-p-id="0344e91f256ebaaaf4114a5afe68aa75" style="box-sizing:border-box;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:24px;font-size:18px;font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:24px;color:rgb(85,85,85);">Hours passed, and then days, and now I think it might even be a week. Since then I looked through the book and it's actually just a journal. Nothing was written in it and there was a pen inside. I don't know why they gave me that; maybe it was because they didn't want me to go insane or try to kill myself. I don't know and I guess it doesn't really matter.

<p data-p-id="f185a243175083b01cdbae2235918bf8" style="box-sizing:border-box;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:24px;font-size:18px;font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:24px;color:rgb(85,85,85);">Just last night, I was searching the room and I found a tiny hole on the right wall. I could see a small bit of light coming from somewhere and there was a bit of concrete but I couldn't really see much else. I folded a bit of paper and slid it onto the other side.

<p data-p-id="6af5a8172a915e67bcb445ea36318057" style="box-sizing:border-box;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:24px;font-size:18px;font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:24px;color:rgb(85,85,85);">So if you are reading this, it means you got those slips of paper and maybe you know where you can find me.

<p data-p-id="afe86bdf0e5d3ec16ce02579ac987d62" style="box-sizing:border-box;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:24px;font-size:18px;font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;line-height:24px;color:rgb(85,85,85);">That was the entirety of the note and I immediately took it to the police after reading it. The police said they would look into it and see if there was anything to it. As for myself, I found the note to be very disturbing and nowadays I try to be very careful when I'm outside. <ac_metadata title="Headlights (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>