A Night To Forget

The wind blow violently through and through with(predicate) the church-yard, wiping the bull strike of Abis face, as she looked mess at her mothers grave. At the corner of a church a man with evil hair and piercing green kernels stargond across at her. Its no good girls we are issue a course to have to call it a night. Its been absolutely fantastic, hard to believe its my last night as a unity woman, neertheless I give be in no fit state to play married tomorrow if we dont go now, wailed Jeannie. The mob of giggling girls tumbled protrude of the night-club, none of them nonicing the tall dark man who floated out after them.Wanna lift home Rachel, were all taking a cab, screamed one of the girls, clutching on to Jeannie with one get through round her neck holding her upright. No, Im fine you lot, Ive drank a bit much, perhaps walking home will clear my result. Any right smart its not far. Ok Rachel, we all contend you can look after yourself, express Jeannie with a w ink, and a fit of laughter met her words. With a last fleeting look at the remnants of the chaotic hen night, Rachel runged to walk the few streets home.Rachel turned the corner, humming softly to herself reminiscing almost the night and her friends, I cant believe in that locations only one of us left whos still single, she spoke the words with sylphlike regret, At least Jeannie ground the man she had always wanted. Pete wouldnt be too happy about the man that was paying me rather too much attention, in the night-club. I wish he was going to be home tonight, we could talk more about, perhaps, getting married ourselves. She hugged herself at the thought, perhaps it would be her turn to get married nextAt that moment dickens men in the park caught her eye both walking quickly but far apart from one another. One had a grand German shepherd which wagged its tail at the sight of her, but as the man bent down to reprimand it, and she smiled to herself, There are loads of people out tonight must have been something well-favored get wordted going on. She debated if she should cut through the park, Should I, shant I, well itll be quicker. She crossed the street and entered the park, the swings were squeaking, and the wind whistled through the trees, picking up speed and making her hair cover her face.Someone coughed behind her, she jumped in the air, peering or so she snorkeled a sigh of relief, it was only the butcher Frank. She greeted him and carried on home, the wind continued whistling somewhat her. There was a huge rustling in the evergreen bushes near her feet, she held her breath and looked pointedly up at the increasingly darkening sky, until she felt something brush her hand. She looked down suddenly at the wet floor, the gloomy tarmac path covered with a festering film of moss and the sight that met her look was very move as it was the great shaggy head of the German Shepherd she had seen earlier.Rain started pouring down in droplets the s ize of 50 pence pieces and began running of gutters and roofs, the rain plastering her hair to her sweaty face as though buckets of wet were being repeatedly dropped on her head. The moon which had given her fainthearted, now became covered by the heavy sour storm clouds, and it was the occasional lightening strike which seemed to land increasingly closer each time which gave a second of illumination earlier plunging the street around her into darkness yet again. The sound of a paint a picture alarm rang in the distance but she focused her mind it wasnt something for her to deal with tonight.She started to walk quicker, and glanced behind her but the man seemed to be the same distance away, she broke into a frantic kind of run, her face contorting as she tried to keep her mind, she was so close to the end of the park. As she rounded the next bend, only two streets away from her house, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She peered over her shoulder and was mor e than a little bit surprised to see the man who had been walking across the park behind her. His hair was dark, and he was exceedingly tall, was he the man who had flirted with her at the night-club?His face was covered in shadow and his eyes were looking at the floor and his reach were in his pockets. She sighed, of course, she did live in a busy compass it wasnt that odd for someone to be walking this way. She carried on walking checking behind her every now and past and becoming increasingly worried that after several minutes he still was following her, this couldnt peradventure be normal, could it? She started humming again but the tune was slightly distorted as her breathing became shoal and she had to gasp for air as her throat was constricting.She plunged her hand into her bag, it crawling around searching, searching for her keys. Pete always complained that she could never find her keys, suddenly her hand grasped around then. The lights in the house were out, her flat mate wasnt in either, she sprinted up the drive to the house, one last lightening strike making her panic stricken face light up, shit, shit she cried thrusting the bent key into the lock. She gave one vital turn on the key and hear the lock snap open, she threw the entry open and slammed it shut behind her and leant back on the door her breath coming out in great rasping breaths.She gave a huge sigh of relief and change posture down onto the rough, wooden floor. He was probably innocent and wasnt doing anything wrong but, phew that was just too scary. Rachel, slowly got to her feet and climbed the winding staircase made of old pine with the creaky first step. As here feet found there way to tiled landing floor she pushed open the door and slowly made her way through the catastrophic mess of books and clothes that was her bedroom all scattered over a old maid flower blue carpet.She then slowly tiptoed through the junk to the bathroom and leant over the bath to turn on the exceedi ngly rusty, hot tap. A sound met here ears which could not have had anything to do with her, the step at the bottom of the stair had given an almighty creak, her head shot up and she turned to face the door on to the landing. That couldnt have been anybody. No I must have imagined it. Rachel then slipped out of her pale lilac, clothes which had rested a couple of inches above her knobbly knees, and pulled on her woollen dressing gown.The water fill into the bath as she made her way out of the room and slowly descended the old staircase and stumbled into the kitchen, I must have drunk far too much she moaned softly slightly slurring each word. She reached for timpani to fill it with water only to notice the tap was dripping. That couldnt have been her, so she leant forward to turn it on properly. The door creaked behind her and she spun round, no one was there but the door was swinging slowly. Open, shut, open, shut.She crept to the door, but before she had got two paces across th e room she uttered a small, quickly stifled shout. She felt something-soft winding itself amidst her legs. It was Emily, her cat. Rachel got back up from stroking her scary little friend to turn the dripping tap off. No longer was it dripping. She shook her head violently, blond hair cascading over her face, no one is in here, its fine. She cautiously, walked through the door into the hall and felt the soft sheepskin rug rub between her toes, her heart whipping hard against her ribcage, and her palms oozing sweat.She turned the corner to climb the stairs, and silently ascended the stairs yet again, and she walked into the bathroom. The water was no longer running, this was no longer a joke someone had to be in the house? Raquel are you here? Please tell me your joking around? Its not funny you know, please come out, she cried into the quiet her breath coming out in short gasps, her eyes flitting from the landing and the stairs to her bedroom, the two close together(predicate) p laces to her. She fled down the stairs to the kitchen her feet echoing loudly, on the wooden steps. No.No, whos in here, her shouts went unanswered in the big house. She leant back wards against the kitchen ledge and put her hands behind her each on a part of the kitchen worktop. She squeezed her hands against the rough marbled side, and felt some thing rustle under one of her palms. She picked it up, a single scrap of paper and turned round to read it on the kitchen side. Looking forward to seeing you again sweetheart. Her hands began to tremble, and the hairs on the back of her neck stuck up. Bang The door swung open on its hinges. I told you we would incur again.He said smirking at her, his eyes looking her up and down, his gaze then linger on her face. Y-y-you, shouldnt b-be in here. She stammered. What do u think I shouldnt be in here, darling. Im in love with you. We are destined to be together. Youve no right to be in here, howd you get in Rachel said her enunciate sligh tly fonder now, as she regained her senses after the shock of seeing him there. Why, do all, of the girls say that, I hated it when the other girls said that he said, his greasy voice becoming less cosseting and more fierce.W-w-what do you mean by others, the stammers returned, her fears now staring her in the face as she realised what he could do. Oh, I just meant the other women I liked, not that they are still around anymore. They decided they didnt like me. His voice suggesting that this was nothing out of the ordinary. There was, Miranda, Polly, Florenec and, oh, Abi. He said counting them off on his fingers. W-what do you mean there not around anymore? she asked tentatively. What do you think I mean darling? he replied.Trying to placate him she responded, oh, I expect you mean that they just travel away. He laughed, course they did darling, moved to heaven or hell. Rachel realised that the man in her house was seriously deranged and that she was in earthborn danger. S he knew she needed to get away from him, as quickly as possible, but with legs that felt like gelatin she wasnt sure how she would achieve this. A strange clicking noise could just be heard coming from the concern of the hall they both turned to it, he asked sharply, whats that? She replied, Oh I often here that noise I dont know what it is, dont worry about it, knowing that it was the door bell with its nearly flat battery.Rachel knew that all she needed to do now was get to the doorbell with out alerting his suspicions. Suddenly with no warning he lunged forward, swathe his muscular arm around her defenceless neck. He hissed in her ear, Do you think Im stupid there is someone at the door isnt there? Rachel slumped forward, her weight catching him unprepared, he staggered under her weight.Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his lower body, he stepped backwards shaking his head, moaning whats going on, not quite comprehending what was happening and completely unprepared for the n ext sharp blow that struck him over the head knocking him to the floor. There was a huge commotion at the front door, clearly somebody was severe to open it without the benefit of a key. The door suddenly gave way and several huge men powered through the door looking around, in there midst was a familiar hairy face. As the men dealt with the now unconscious would be attacker, Rachel buried her head in Rex the German shepherds shaggy coat.She took a deep breath and turned to her colleagues to ask, what the hell kept you. Her inspector patted her on the back saying, well do Sergeant you played your role well, the way you stumbled home those orange juices must have been very strong but at least this murdering bastered will soon be under lock and key. By the way sergeant exactly w2hat did you do to him before we got here? she replied smiling, thats what comes from having a boyfriend whos a Karate 6th Dan. The unconscious process went smoothly enough, mind you I though Rex was gon na blow our cover when he came to see me through the bushes in the park