Runaway From Hell (The Unfinished Escape)
My father is horrible. My father abuses me. You may be asking who I am, well I am Jane McWilliams, I'm 27 years old. My mother sadly is dead. She died during childbirth, I have no younger sibling, luckily for them, they don't have to live in this hell-hole. My father would force me to look in the mirror, and call myself worthless. You may wonder, why is he doing this? I wonder this sometimes too. I know why, but at the same time, I don't know why. I didn't do anything to him. He has been not only verbally abusing me, but physically as well. I would move out, but I can't drive nor do I have money, plus I have university. My father does work, I could escape anytime I could possibly wish if he didn't come home before uni ends for me. I start uni at 8:30 AM. I leave at 3:00 PM. I decided I would escape. Luckily when I came home today, my father was surprisingly not here. I checked every room, even our dark basement. No, where to be found. Later I got a call from an unknown number. I don't know why I answered but I did. "Hello, hello!?" "Please answer!" I was confused, the voice sounded like my mother's voice. But it would be really silly to believe it was my mother. She is dead! "Hello, who are you?" she answered in relief, "I am a mother. I have a daughter who is 20. I am having a baby! I need help, my husband ditched me.". I was shocked, I remember my mother calling help like that before she went to the hospital and died. "Help! My husband left me alone! I am about have a child!". I was 20 at the time as well, my scumbag father didn't even care to go to the hospital. I realized something, this might be a prank call. "WHO ARE YOU? I don't care if you are being a mother to a new baby. You have 2 minutes to explain yourself before I hang up and presume this is a prank ca- before I could even finish she answered. "I am Isabell McWilliams, I am 38 years old." I laughed it off a little, of course, my father is up to this. I know one of the people who work with my father sound like him the slightest bit, but I thought of this more. He wasn't there. How would he know? This is not a prank call. "Where are you?". As soon as I asked that the unknown woman hanged up. I heard a large bang from the bottom of the floor. "Oh well, looks like I'm not leaving today." I looked at the time on my phone. "It is really late, I wonder why dad isn't here. Odd.". I knew under my floor was the dark basement. I went down there. I saw nothing except my mother's old phone. "Huh, didn't we leave this-" I heard a loud scratch. I looked around. Nothing. I shrugged it off. "Mice.", I said out loud. Suddenly more scratches, while walking up the stairs I saw a shadow. I couldn't tell if they were female or male. I looked behind me just in case. A shadow stared at me with long black beautiful hair covering their face. " Tiny fool, come with me. she said in a deep voice, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I felt frozen. My phone was right in my hand. I could've run and called the police anytime. I didn't. She grabbed a piece of my hair and rubbed it with her hand gently. Just in case I looked behind myself and went into contacts. I went to call a number, I put in 9 1 1 just in case, once again. She grabbed me by my hair. I was too heavy for her to carry. Soon she said, "You can be stubborn all you wish, as long if you have a death wish my dear.". I looked at her. I let her take my hand. She looked up at me since I was very short, her extremely tall and she said: "I am Necro." "You are lucky you're not dead yet dear." She led me to the back of the dark basement. She seemed to be whispering a spell or something. The basement back became longer and I saw a few knives in the back since we were very close. She walked away, to the back with knives. I was frightened and thought "Why couldn't I wait 2 years. I would be free, better than dead.." She came back. She pointed to a small bed, covered in something red on one side. I didn't dare to ask. I decided to run away after laying on the bed for a few minutes. I got up and looked around, no sight of her oddly. I got up carefully and sprinted to the front where the stairs were. The walls were closing together, she teleported in front of me and clawed my eye, she grabbed out the knife she were getting and started stabbing my naval area many times. She then slit my throat for a split second then we were crushed to death by the closing walls, to this day I still don't know if my father is home or not. I don't even know who the woman on the phone was. Why didn't I call the police? I don't know.
Author's note: yes this story is meant to be terribly written. don't take it seriously
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