She quickly finished drinking water and washed her face. Tracy did not hear the snap of a twig. She did not hear the rustle of leaves. The cascading water had masked all the sounds. As Tracy was tying her shoelaces, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened with fear. She kept praying, turned to face the person, and screamed.
Tracy got up with a sudden start, her heart beating wildly and the sheets drenched with sweat. She fumbled for the bedside lamp and switched it on and saw that it was nearly six in the morning. The dream was still lingering in her mind, so vivid and terrifying. She got up from the bed and splashed water on her face and tried to shake off the images which were still clear in her head.
She got dressed, picked her cell phone, laced her shoes and decided to go for a run. She blamed the entire dream on the movie she had seen with friends the previous night. Tracy backed out her car and drove to a nearby trail, where she loved to jog. Tracy parked her car, did some warm up exercises and started jogging on the trail.
The trail passed through woods dotted with pine trees and snaked upwards towards a small hill. She loved running this trail since it was at a remote location, where not many people ventured and she could run in peace. The best part of the run was after she reached the top of the hill where could catch the spectacular sunrise. There were many side trails which ran deeper in the woods but Tracy had always kept to the same path.
It was not yet dawn and there was a thin blanket of fog covering the woods. The woods were quiet, as if waiting to get up from their deep slumber. Tracy was jogging at a steady speed her breath coming in bursts. She reached the top of the hill just as the sun was rising. She sat down to breathe in the sun’s rays as they fell on her face. The warm rays of the sun dispelled the strange dream that had woken her.
Tracy got up and started her run back down the hill. She decided to take one of the side trails and explore the woods. The sunlight was yet to penetrate the woods and it was still misty and chilly. The pine needles carpeted the forest floor. Tracy walked on through the woods, all was quiet and peaceful. She came to a clearing and saw a stream flowing across. She leaned down to have a drink of water. Her eyes rested on a white object lying on the other the bank. She waded through the shallow stream and crossed over to the other side and saw that it was a woman’s running shoe. She picked it up and saw that the top was spotted with blood. Tracy’s hands began shaking and she dropped the shoe and remembered the dream in which she had seen the same stream.
On one hand, she wanted to search for the owner of the shoe but her fear was clouding her judgment. She calmed herself, picked up the shoe and started combing the woods. Her senses were on high alert for even the slightest sound. After walking some distance she found the other shoe. Tracy decided to take them with her and give them to the nearest police station. She turned to go back to her car and heard a twig snap behind her. Her heart gave a massive jolt; she turned to see a shadow running in her direction.
Tracy started running as fast as she could. Her long legs and confident strides made it easier in spite of the panic which was driving her adrenaline through the roof. She crashed through the trees and saw her car. She pulled out the keys from her pocket and unlocked the car and jumped in. She locked the doors and started her car. Just as she was about to zoom off, there was a loud banging on the window. Tracy jumped with fear and saw that it was a woman in torn clothes and blood on her face who was banging on her window. The woman was breathing hard and was frantically looking behind her.
Tracy opened her window and she heard the woman screaming ‘Please save me, I don’t want to die’. Tracy quickly unlocked the doors and gestured the woman to come from the passenger side. The woman ran towards the other side, but before she could open the door a hand yanked the car door open and pulled Tracy out of the car. Tracy’s scream died in her throat, she heard a woman scream just before her mouth was sealed with a tape and a black cloth fell over her eyes.
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