It would never happen to you. right?

The night was quiet except from the occasional engine of a car passing and the sound of gentle chatter as you passed by people windows.

it was peaceful.

The air was nippy, causing you to sink into the scarf wrapped securely and snuggly around your neck. Your cheeks and nose were tinted pink from the effect of the winter night air, though you didnt let it bother you.

You took the long way home, opting for it as it was a quiet and peaceful night, you needed the calm atmosphere to distress and forget about the day and stress of your job. Crossing through a small park, the only sound being your own rhythmic footsteps against the gravel path...then it doubled. The same rhythm, now joined with another pair of feet. You glanced back.

nothing. huh.

You continued on, walking just slightly faster now as you were now a little on edge. Perhaps it was just your mind making up sounds to fill the silence.

CLUNK The last sound you heard, hollow, sharp, dull, you didnt even feel the splitting pain of a dull object connecting with your head before your vision blacked and you fell.

You woke up, your senses coming back one by one slowly. touch, you could feel your own skin against itself as you tried to move, your wrists rubbed against the coarse material of thick yet cheap rope, making, you wince. smell, it was ... sterile, like a hospital yet it also smelt musky like a basement. sight, your vision swam as you blinked it away, a bright light immediately blinding you and causing a groan to erupt from your throat, a splitting pain shooting through your head. and finally hearing, nothing. it was silent.

Then footsteps.