His voice is loud and rough.

“I’m sorry” I mumble, “I don’t know where I am. I was hoping you could help me.”

The slight frown on his face tells me he doesn’t want to, but he pushes the gate open. I watch as this tall man looks me up and down.

“Please, I need help, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know where I am. Please, I beg, I need to go to the hospital.”

The man replies to my cry of help, by demanding my name. “Who are you?”

“My name is Lisa” I reply, “Please help me.”

I watch as the tall man steps aside holding his arm out, motioning me to enter the gate. I slowly follow his gesture. He reaches behind me and slams the gate shut. The thud from the latch clanks loud enough to wake the dead.

The man quickly strides in front of me. As I follow behind slowly, I realize that this isn’t a house, but what appears to be some sort of cemetery. There are old cracked headstones placed to the right and left of me. And for the first time, I begin to think that I should have traveled towards the stop light.

There is a cat circling between my legs, but not just any cat, a Black cat. I’m not one for superstitions, but given the present circumstances this can’t be a good sign.

I continue behind the man, watching his every step. He slowly comes to a stop in front of a door. I watch as he turns the knob. The door squeaks, as it opens. He says “come in.” I hesitate, and he belts out in a harsh voice,

“Well, do you want help or not?”

Reluctantly I enter the home. To the left of me there is a cracked mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection is an awful sight. My head has dry blood on it; my clothes are tattered and torn. I take a deep breath, and the smell of sewer enters my nose. I gasp holding my breath. I turn around and the man has vanished. I stand there idling for a moment, before I decide to check out my surroundings. I take a step out of the doorway, and realize that there are headstones everywhere, old ones and new ones. What kind of person collects these things? I take another step, and trip over something lying on the floor. I look down, and realize that there is a girl there. She looks just like me. I lean in to look closer, and it is me. I m confused and scared, I start to back up, I turn and run towards the door, my hand reaches the door, but it wont open, it’s locked. I turn back around and the man is there, thrusting a headstone at me.

“Look” he says, “your name is already on it”

I scream “AHHHHHHHHH”

“Get away from me”

“It’s your time he says”

“NO GET AWAY FROM ME I YELL” closing my eyes.

I open my eyes, its quiet, too quiet. I rub my eye’s, he’s gone, I m gone! Where am I? I look around, and I m standing in the middle of a dark road lost!