Its monday evening, by 7: 30 gmt.
The air turned black all around. Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness.
A shrill cry echoed in the mist. Icy wind slashed at his face and the rain danced its evil upon my head as i tried to get my bearings on the isolated beach.
Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The bedroom door handle turned slowly.
My air stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him.......watchout for part two
