I’m standing in the middle of a dark road, lost! My head is pounding. I rub my left hand across the back of my head and my stomach muscles instantly throb. The pain is so intense; I’m immediately nauseated and dizzy. A bright light appears out of no where piercing my eyes. I throw my hands in the air and the sound of brakes let out a skretch that that echoes into my ears. I try to see, but squinting is all I can manage. I stumble backwards trying to clear the road but I fall to my knees. As the car passes around me I hear a voice yell

“Get out of the road”

I look up, but all I see is the faint shadow of the car. I place my palms down on to the road trying desperately to gain my balance. I begin limping across the street. I can hear music somewhere in the night. I look around; to my left I see a stop light that is flickering, and to my right, I see the faint shadows of what appears to be a house. I head down the right side of the street, I’m fixated on making it to the house, maybe someone there can help me find my way.

As I approach the house, I notice that the driveway is covered in red chalk, or red mud, I can’t figure out witch. I cautiously walk up the path of the driveway. There isn’t a light on the street, and I don’t want to take the chance of falling again. However, there is a small reflection from the inside of the house. Maybe there is someone home. I continue up the walk, and come to a small metal gate. The gate is cold to touch. I reach down and unlatch the gate, leaving one hand balancing on the top. At the same time, a loud siren roars somewhere nearby. The noise sends a wave of fearful shivers down my spine. I look up, and there is a man in front of me. I jump and gasp at the same time. He is a tall slender man, maybe in his forty’s, his face is hidden by the hood of a sweater, and the darkness of the night.

I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

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!