Thriller in the scary night

Lucy knew she should not have walked in the scary alley. She could not help it. She had finished a very long day at work in the cafeteria and she was not thinking straight.

The narrow alley was filthy with rubbish, dead rats and decomposed food.

The place stank so badly Lucy felt nauseous.

The police had reported that on many occasions, women had disappeared in the past few years. Someone suggested the abductor was hiding somewhere, ready to strike again, making the alley very unsafe.

All the women would eventually reappear, naked and dead, with cuts and bruises on their bodies. The police found they had been sexually assaulted before being fatally stabbed with a long knife.

Lucy felt very uncomfortable walking through the alley. She wanted to go through as quickly as possible. The alley was between old derelict factories, which had not been used for years. So, even if she was in danger and shouting for help, no one would ever come to rescue her.

The alley was very long and there was no way to escape so she had to walk to the other end.

She heard a noise behind her. A light footstep in the distance. She stopped. The noise stopped as well. She began to walk again, and the footsteps were much louder. She started to walk more quickly but the mysterious stranger increased its speed to keep up.

Lucy looked back and said, “Who is there?”

No one replied.

Lucy started to cry and get agitated. She was so frightened. She glanced back and saw a shadow on the wall.

Her walk became a run, but the mysterious stranger did not give up the chase and he began to run faster and faster.

Lucy could feel her heart beating in her chest. Her breath became heavier. She knew she could not hide anywhere or turn anywhere to escape from the mysterious stranger. She felt she was like an animal in a cage. She glanced back for the third time and now the shadow was bigger. She could see the shadow was holding something in its right hand. She could not make out what it was. She

assumed it was a knife. The metallic blade vibrated in the air making Lucy tremble violently.

The mysterious stranger was gaining on Lucy. She felt her chances of survival were becoming slimmer and slimmer. The mysterious stranger was almost behind her, ready to strike.

Lucy saw the exit of the alley in front of her. Her eyes filled with joy. With her last attempt to survive she pushed her tired legs to the extreme.

Lucy collided against a body in front of her. She was lying on the floor.

Thinking the mysterious stranger had managed to get in front of her, she began to crawl backwards from him.

“Are you OK, madam?” the police officer said with a warm smile.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Lucy replied with a relieved smile after catching her breath.

“Please take my hand, I will help you to stand up.”

She was so happy to see a police officer in this area. She felt so safe now. She gave him her hand and the police officer helped her.

“Have you walked down the alley?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Did you know it is dangerous?”

“Yes, I heard. It was my mistake. Halfway down, I realized I was in the alley.

Have you seen anyone coming out from the alley except me?”

“No madam. Why, did you?”

“I thought someone was chasing me with a knife.”

“I can assure you no one came out of the alley except you. Tonight, I am patrolling this area to make it safe.”

“I feel safe now. Thanks for being here.”

“It is my duty, madam. I hope you have a safe journey.”

“Thanks officer.”

Lucy felt better. Even though she had escaped from the danger, she did not feel completely comfortable. There was a weird feeling the mysterious stranger could have followed her. She was walking in the main square where a lot of people were still about. She tried to look at their shadows to see if she could recognize the one that had chased her earlier, but they were absolutely different. Even she tried to smell the air or hear the footsteps. None of them matched her memory.

There was not a trace of the mysterious stranger, but Lucy was still very careful walking along the main street and taking the bus to go home.

She did not want to be off her guard. She was staring at anyone she could see, and the people looked at her in surprise.

She was feeling more confident in herself after she recognized her street. She began to have more strength and she knew no one could harm her now. Her

husband was home to protect her. No one would dare to enter her house and violate her.

She sighed with a sense of relief.

She got off the bus and walked for a brief moment. The street was very quiet.

No one was walking except her. She smiled. She put the key in the front door and turned it. She opened it and closed it behind her.

She put her head against the cold doorframe. She was so pleased to be home.

She was no longer in danger. She was safe now as she turned the key.

Lucy was wrong about being safe. Someone was bashing the doorframe violently. She put her hand in front of her mouth in terror. The maniac pulled up the letterbox and pushed the knife inside. The knife was looking for her. It only found the letterbox and not being satisfied, attacked the doorframe.

Lucy shouted, “Help, Steve.” Her voice echoed in the empty house. She forgot.

Steve was on holiday and he would not be back until the following day. She was alone and frightened like a child.

A neighbor’s dog was barking, awakened by the noise.

Lucy ran up the bare wooden stairs but slipped, injuring her knee.

The maniac left the front door and smashed the back door. Lucy was trying to crawl forward with difficulty. Her knee was badly injured. She looked at the maniac. “I know you.”

Those were the last words she said. The maniac stabbed her several times leaving her body lifeless and in a pool of blood. He started to cut her beautiful red dress. He sexually touched her cold body. In his sick state of mind, he was enjoying himself.

Then he stopped. He heard the police sirens. There were a lot of people surrounding the house. He stood up rooted to the spot, knowing there was no escape.

Two officers entered the house by the back door and jumped on the maniac, disarming, and handcuffing him.

“Inspector, it is all clear.”

“Well done officers! We have captured the maniac who has frightened the city for so long.”

“You! I cannot believe it’s you! You are the best officer in the force. You have arrested so many criminals and the public love you.”

“Why, Constable George Brown, have you killed all these women?” The inspector looked with eyes so intense they seemed to be on fire.

“I don’t know sir. I have this animal instinct in me. I did not know what I was doing.”

“Take him away. Away from me.”

The two officers took George Brown to the police car.

“Why would such a great officer do this? Look at this beautiful woman. She didn’t deserve to die.” The Inspector looked at her, his eyes full of tears, and covered her cold body with a blanket.