Scary nightmare in a forest

As the sun began to set on the deserted road, I knew I was in trouble. The GPS on my phone had stopped working and my car had broken down, leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere. I tried calling for help, but there was no signal on my phone. It was as if I had been transported to another world where there was no one around for miles.

As darkness began to fall, I knew I had to find shelter for the night. I started walking down the road, hoping to come across a gas station or a motel. The only sounds I could hear were the rustling of the leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl.

As I walked further down the road, I saw a faint light in the distance. As I got closer, I realized that it was a small cabin. I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of spending the night out in the open made me knock on the door.

To my surprise, the door opened almost immediately. A tall, elderly man with a gray beard greeted me. He had a friendly smile and invited me in. The cabin was warm and cozy, and I felt grateful for the shelter.

The old man introduced himself as Henry and offered me a cup of tea. As we sat by the fire, he started telling me stories about his life. His tales were fascinating, but I couldn't help feeling that there was something eerie about him.

As the night wore on, I started feeling uneasy. It was as if the cabin was too quiet, too still. Henry's stories had become more disturbing, and I found myself unable to move from my seat. I realized that I was trapped.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Henry looked at me with a sinister smile, and I knew that something was terribly wrong. He got up and opened the door, revealing a group of people in black robes. They were chanting something in a language that I couldn't understand.

I tried to run, but it was too late. They had me surrounded. The last thing I remember was the sound of their laughter as they dragged me away.

When I woke up, I was in a dark, damp cellar. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I could hear the sound of dripping water and something moving in the darkness.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that there were other people in the cellar with me. They looked scared and confused, just like I felt. I tried to talk to them, but they didn't respond. It was as if they had been drugged or hypnotized.

I realized that I was in a nightmare, a waking horror story. The people in black robes had kidnapped us and were using us for some kind of twisted ritual. The thought made me shiver.

Days passed, or maybe it was weeks. I lost track of time. The only thing that kept me going was the hope of escaping. I tried to pick the lock on my chains, but it was no use. They were too strong.

One night, I heard a noise coming from the door. It was a faint scratching sound. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but as it grew louder, I realized that it was real.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing a man with a gun. He was wearing a police uniform, and his face was grim. He told us to follow him and led us out of the cellar.

As we ran through the forest, I could hear the sound of footsteps behind us. The people in black robes were chasing us. We ran faster, trying to outrun them.

Finally, we made it to a road where there was a police car waiting for us. We jumped inside, and the officer speed up the car and we safely crossed the zone. It was terrible experience which will never been forgot in my life.