Unlucky Terror

Jenni slowly opens her eyes. She doesn’t see anything. The room is pitch black and the smell is musty. It was like whomever built this room was growing mold on purpose. A sharp pain from her wrist. She is hanging by them she thinks. *How did she get there? *What’s the last thing she could remember? She was sitting in her car then..... then someone behind her...... in the car? Yes someone was behind her. Just then a blinding light comes on. A basement she thinks. How did she get there? *What’s the last thing she could remember? She was sitting in her car then..... then someone behind her...... in the car? Yes someone was behind her.* Just then a blinding light comes on. A basement she thinks. I’m hanging in a dirty windowless basement. She looks down and sees a small square piece of wood. She stands on it to give her wrists a break. The walls of the basement are earth just as the floor. She looks around and sees an old wooden table with a typewriter on it. The typewriter is very old. She can make out Remington on the back but some letters are worn off. A chair is behind the typewriter. To her right is an old Army Duffel bag. The bag is full and hanging on a hook. The bottom of bag is stained......it looks like tar. She thinks is that oil or ......blood. She wants to scream but she can’t. A door creek opens and figure walks around her with a briefcase in their hands. The person puts the briefcase beside the typewriter and opens it.