Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26174114-20151031043100

I woke up in the corner a dark, damp room on a wooden chair. My wrists were tied in cable wires but wasn't on too tight. My mouth was gagged with a dirty piece of cloth and smelled like a moldy sponge. I tried to look over my left shoulder, but there was only a wooden desk with a lamp laying on its side. As I looked over my right shoulder I noticed a metal stove with its burner on. It came to me so quickly that I knew I wasn't at home nor any place I recognized at the top of my head, I started to breath though my mouth slowly but I never inhaled through my nose because of the stench of burning stove and a strong odor of alcohol. I didn't hesitate to move my arms around to slip the cable down my hands to the cement floor. I rapidly unfastened the cloth and spit out the foul taste off my tongue.

I kicked the chair out of my sight and observed the room like a hawk. No light was radiating in the room as I tried to find a light source. My phone and wallet was missing as well as my shoes, I tried to avoid any puddles while finding a flashlight or a candle but no light source was found in the room. Then after ten minutes in the room alone I stumbled upon a flight of stairs, and nearly tripped over the first step. I lightly tipped-toed on the steps remaining alert for anyone that was in the household above me. No noise was heard except for the leaking sewer pipes and the sizzling stove. The door was nearly torn off its hinges but I was able to get the door open with no struggle.

As I opened the door slowly with my face in between the opening and it was pitch-black with an aroma of a plug-in air freshener. I flicked the light switch nearby the door and the light shined on what I gazed on, an unorganized kitchen with the cabinets all opened as if an animal stormed in here scavenging for food. The window sill located over the faucet was boarded up with wood and reinforced with nails bolted into the walls. I looked under the sink and found a pocket flashlight with fresh batteries inside. As precaution I turned off the kitchen lights to make sure the house owner doesn't know I escaped. Within seconds I heard a firm male voice a from upstairs "Hey who's down there?" My heart began to race as I look for a hiding place. I began to hear heavy footsteps coming from a close distance and behind me I hid in a bottom cabinet as I threw all of the food out of there to make space and shut cabinet. I breathed through my nose and kept my right ear towards the kitchen.

The steps came closer to me and they sound like wet boots, I heard the light switch flicked and he yelled "Who's in here? Show yourself!" His steps walked past me back and forth till his steps came to a halt, His steps got a bit quiet as he walked down to the basement where I woke. I began to hear objects being thrown in the basement when his voice got more agitated, "Where are you Abby? I'll find you!" I became more terrified when he knew my name as if I met him before, but I was unable to identify his voice. He dashed back up stairs and slowly walked though the room hunting me down. His steps became louder and his breathing was faster and agitated as if he was on drugs. More objects were being thrown and doors in the house were slamming. Before I peaked the room as I was going to exit the cabinet his steps stomped up the stairs still looking for me. I then left the cabinet and covered behind the counter and started looking for my exit out of the household.

I turned on my flashlight to look into the next room which was the living room. The TV screen was broken, the couch and rocking chair had food and soggy stains over it. I shined my flashlight on the coffee table and found a video camera plugged into a charger, I unhooked the wire and opened the camera to find 3 photos and a video. The first video was seemed to be taken outside from a window that looked like me from behind in my bedroom. The second was my car with me inside it, I remember that day, it was when left for my first job interview to work at a supermarket. The third was in a party that was taken two hours ago as the camera labeled, It was a party for my high school graduation when I was drinking with my friends. What was so disturbing was that he was following me as a stalker and got close enough at least a yard away.

The video was just as creepy as I thought it was, It started as me walking drunk down the street and looked like I was going to trip, but the cameraman began to walk up to me and asked me politely "Would you like a ride home miss?" I responded in a deep confused voice "Yes?" The footage began to cut to me asleep in the car as he was driving and poked me with the camera. The video cuts again into the part where I was tied in the basement as he whispered, "You've been naughty Abby. Confess your sins and pray that you'll be forgiven."

Just as I closed the camera I heard his voice behind me whispering "Why are you looking at my stuff?" I turned around a saw him in front of me. He looked like he's in twenties, wearing a blue jacket and torn jeans. His face was pale and his teeth were never brushed began speaking in a ghastly breath, "You should've never left that room lady, you are corrupt as me!" I replied in a worried tone "What do you want from me?" He smiled and said, "You belong with me, you will stay here, you will be with me, you will confess your sins and be a better person like me." He was insane as I thought, stalking me, watching my every move, and mostly keeping my sins on camera. He then grabs my hand with force and pulls me saying "Get back to the basement! God will never forgive you until you confess!" I grabbed my flashlight from my pocket with my other hand and hit on his hand, broke his grip and screamed in pain, as I ran to the front door unlocking the locks.He ran to the kitchen grabbing steak knives and tries to throw them at me, "You can't run from your sins Abby! They will kill you from the inside!" I ran out the door as fast as I could out on the street going parallel from the road. It was raining very hard and rumbles of thunder were heard every minute. I stopped three blocks away from the house and looked behind me that he was not following me from the street but a car pulled up from the direction I was looking at and it was my friend shouting "Get in the back!" I quickly got in her vehicle and she stepped on the gas going faster than the speed limit. I quickly looked back over the seat searching for him, when I thought he was gone I was relived.

My friend then said to me "We're heading to the police, we're gonna help you get your stuff back." I asked in a garbled voice "Do you know that guy?" She answered in clear voice "Yes, He was a student at a private catholic church and works in photographing, However because he family was strict religion and that he has a heroin addiction, He was charged for many counts of stalking of many teenage girls and breaking a restraining order of his girlfriend." I then said "That’s it?" She replied "Well he takes pictures of his victims marking them as sins or just the person he is after." "He did that to me, but how did he got to my high school graduation party?" I asked "I have no clue"

Just three days prior to my kidnapping I got a picture from my mailbox. I gazed in horror that it was me running from him. I turned the picture over as it is written in red ink. "You can't run fr om this!"  