I shiver and clutch my coat tighter in the frigid night air. My car is not far from the restaurant, but not close enough to calm my senses. An uneasy chill is running down my spine. Someone is watching me.
I walk with deliberate purpose through the parking lot. My apprehension growing with each step. I am only a few feet away when I tap the button to unlock my car. I look around. I see no one.
Suddenly, strong hands grip my shoulders from behind. My screams muffled by the odor coming from the cloth over my face. I feel myself fading, then black.
I have no sense of time. As, I become more alert, I feel my hands and feet are bound. A scarf digging tight into my mouth. Adrenaline and panic slap me to consciousness. I'm in the trunk of a moving car. Where is he taking me?
My heart races. Thoughts flash back and forth in my mind how to escape. How to survive. I have to be brave. I have to fight. But I am terrified that I will fail.
The drive turns bumpy. We are no longer on paved ground. My gut tightens wondering if this is the end. Is this how I die?
We drive a little farther and the car stops. The trunk opens. A man in black stares back at me. He is calm and says nothing. Just smiles with a sinister grin, enjoying the fear in my eyes.
He reaches for me and I struggle. It's no use. He is stronger. His laughter roars at my efforts.
Carrying me to a clearing in the woods, he drops me on the ground, loosening the scarf from my mouth.
"There's no point in screaming," he says in a low, satisfied voice. "No one's going to hear you out here."
In the moonlight, I see the mounds of dirt beside me. My heart drops to my stomach. I realize they are graves. And a fresh hole has been dug.
He stares at me as if I'm not real- or like someone he once knew. He bends down, reaching into his coat pocket. I see the object shining in the light.
"Where's your power, now Angie?" he says with hatred rattling his voice.
"I'm not Angie!" I burst out. His concentration is interrupted. But he regains his composure quickly.
"Shut up!" he shouts with the knife coming into view. "You're going to pay for what you've done!"
I struggle again. I cannot free myself or flee the monster before me. He comes closer and slashes my throat. Only deep enough to make me choke.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he says, sliding the knife towards my chest.
I can't accept what's happening. Shock takes over and I pass out.
I later wake, feeling it was a dream. Until I open my eyes to the horror surrounding me.
I have been buried alive.
Rebecca isthe author of two novels, the award winning Dancing At Midnight and its sequel The Other Side Of Midnight. She is currently hard at work on her upcoming release, Iris Rose.