Chapter Seventy eight

Anita's POV

“Who turned off the light?” I thought silently.

I tried to touch anything close to me, but everything was empty.

“Where am I?” My heart raced as I strained to see something, anything. But there was nothing. No lights, no shadows, just darkness.

I hugged my body closely to myself. How did I end up here?

I paused as I heard a faint rustling sound behind me. I turned around in fright. But I saw nothing. I couldn’t see anything.

“ouch,” I felt a pain in my wrist, like a hot knife slicing through my skin. I looked down, and my blood began to pour out, dripping onto the cold, hard ground.

“Who’s there?!” I screamed looking around. I held my arm in pain, “Please, someone, anyone. If you are there, please show yourself.” I cried looking around frantically hoping to see anything.

I stumbled backwards, tripping over my feet. And then, I saw them. Dark shapes, crawling towards me like twisted, ugly looking creatures. I couldn’t see them clearly. The darkness was too thick. My bre