The Twisted

Chapter 1

~Claire POV~

It was a rainy day like no other, I was by my window watching the rain fall down. It was dark outside as I see the forest, some say at night the forest is scary, haunting, dark, and cold. I don't think as much as that, the forest to me is beautiful at night, so peaceful, quiet, especially if it rains. I always loved it when it rain, the smell of it is so refreshing.

In my room it dark, only my lamp is on as I'm reading a book. I feel the pages of my book as I turn to the next page, whenever I read it like I'm one with the characters or I'm with them.

You have a connection with them and go along with their journey and see where it takes you. As I finish the 15th chapter of the last page, I look at my window one more time and see the moon shining, giving the little bit of light to the forest as it rain. I get up from my spot and put my book down on my desk, then go to bed.

As I get into bed I bring my soft covers and try to get as warm as possible.

I'm in the forest, I see the moonlight shine beneath the trees, as I'm walking through the forest not knowing my purpose here.

The forest is quiet yet so lively, the trees look alive to me like the branches trying to get me and capture me. The leaves are crunching beneath my feet, then I see a small cottage, the cottage was beautiful you can see that it well taken care of.

I can see the flowers and grass. I feel so at peace here, like nothing could bother me. I walk along the path to the cottage and open the door. Inside there a living room with a looking comfy couch, a TV, a glass table in front of the couch, and some paintings hanging.

One that catches my eyes is a dark hallway leading to some other room. I go further in the cottage and find the kitchen/dinning room connected together. I walk around and feel the furniture, the tables and chairs are smooth and hard yet look comfortable.

The kitchen had a marble white floor and the walls were some color. I see the sink, fridge, two stove, and cabinets. I walk out of the kitchen/dinning room and walk through the same dark hallway that looks like the painting, as I walk deeper through the hallway I see a door.

Once I get to the door I wasn't sure what to do, I ask myself of I should open it or not. I chose to open the door, when I walk through it, the room is dark when I walk further into the room the door closes behind me. That when I start to get nervous I try to open it but it seems like it lock from the outside.

I hear a faint whisper and murmurs, but I don't know what it saying. Then I think I see a silhouette of a man, it comes closer and closer to me, I feel a dark and dangerous aura around this man.

As he comes closer I take a step back until I'm hitting the door, the man is in front of me then the man takes out a sharp object like a pocket knife and starts to bring it at me, then I feel a panic attack coming on the way.

I feel so scared I just want to wake up and get this nightmare over, then I feel a stinging sensation on my side. I look up and see the man, he has a dark creepy smile on it face, I could feel it breath on my face, he comes close to my ear and says "Your mine" his voice is so dark yet so smooth.

The stinging on my side gets stronger till I'm sweating, screaming, and asking for help, but the man just stands their enjoying my pain and suffering. I can feel the walls closing in on me and the tears falling from my eyes until I see darkness.

I gasp from the horrid dream I just had. I feel the sweat and tears falling down my face, feeling too scared to go back to sleep.

I kept having questions asking myself who was that man? Do I know him? Why did he enjoy my pain, is he some kind of sadist or something? Most importantly why did he say I was his?

I had all these questions all running through my head not being able to sleep thinking will I ever meet this man again?