my story for english

As I roam in the woods, I look down the trail behind me, and I think to myself, I swore that I lost this creep previously. As I turn back and try to dash away from him, I hear him pick up his pace as if to keep up with me. Now I know he's following me. I collapse from being tired and the last thing I see is him standing over me and all I continue thinking is will I survive? I wake up, I'm guessing, days later in a dim room with nothing but a chair that I'm tied to and a mirror in the corner. There's a small door in the corner of the room maybe 5ft by 2ft. I look in the mirror and I see a shadow of who I used to be. I'm pale, my hair is oily, I'm so thin and frail I look like a gust of wind could blow me away. I have scars all over my arms and legs. My hands are tied together and my legs are tied to the chair. I look down at my shirt and my stomach churns. Whose blood is on me? I wonder. It reeks like mold and mildew it reeks of mildew, like it wasn't cleaned and still older than man itself. and also kinda fruity like my late grandma's favorite perfume. I wish I remembered what she taught me about escaping when you're trapped. She was my only family growing up with my mom dying when I was two years old and my dad being gone for work consistently. She was the one who took me to all of my daddy daughter dances. As I was thinking about her I heard a creak as someone walked down the stairs and I thought is someone coming to help me? But the thing that came into the room was not human… It looked almost human from afar but as it got closer I saw its face and its big glowing green almost yellow eyes, gangly limbs and unnatural height. And the blood on its face must have just got back from hunting. But it just stayed crouched by the stairs watching me as if I was its prey. Now that I think about it, it looks like The Rake, a mythical creature from a story my grandma told me when I was young. It was eerie how quiet it was until… I heard the Rake make a noise such as nails on a chalkboard. But how can it make noise without moving? Uh oh… It saw me looking at it. I'm in trouble now, I think. But it's going back upstairs, why? Not that I really mind. When it's gone I whip my blade out of my back pocket and cut the ropes that bind my hands together, I pierce my hand in the process. I'm bleeding on my shoes as I saw through the ropes tying my feet to the chair. There's a small window behind the mirror. I pull the curtain away from the window, it's dark out. I think I can crawl through it. If I can I could try to hide out in the woods till daylight or I could try the door. But the Rake could be out in the woods.But if I waste my time trying to open the door it could come back. Is it worth the risk? Then I hear multiple women's voices desperately whispering in my ears “Lilly you have to run he's coming back!” “Whos coming?” I yell into the darkness. Then I hear my grandma's voice asserting to me “climb through the window in order to survive, the man who killed me is coming back. I can't let him take anymore lives. I love you…” I decided to try to open the door. With my phone flash light I walk towards the door. It looks like the door from Coraline but it's locked. So I took my grandma's advice and crawled through the window. When I escape I run towards the woods I hear cars. I think that just beyond the forest is the Blue Ridge Parkway. If I'm where I think I am, people might not stop for me. because of all the Skinwalkers, Rakes, Wendigos, Not Deer, The Mothman or The Wampus in the Appalachian Mountains. I start walking once I'm in the dark abyss of the forest, not that I should but I'm going to have an asthma attack if I keep running like I was. It's not safe at night here but I'm almost worst off staying in that house. I'm not scared of anything in the woods but people scare me a lot. As I get to the road I see a car stopped on the side of the road. Why is it parked? Do they not know how dangerous it is here? I hear a branch break from behind me. I turn around expecting to see a deer or some sort of creature. But it was much much worse… It was a man! Or at least an apparition of a man. I run down the road and don't stop until I get stopped by a grotesque scene. It's a wendigo crouching down eating a deer carcass, I smelled it before I saw it. Its aroma is a mix of rotting flesh, decay, and rotting leaves. I wouldn’t be scared of them if they weren't always craving human flesh and never satisfied, always hungry, always hunting. I slowly back away from the wendigo not wanting to alert it of my presence. But then I hear a sharp ringing sound but the wendigo doesn’t seem to hear it. Why can't it hear it? I trip and fall onto the ground. It alerts the wendigo of my presence. It looks at me, its sunken eye sockets staring into my soul. But it looks toward the sky abruptly. I follow the creature's gaze and what I see is pure nightmare fuel. A 8 foot tall humanoid with wings and glowing red eyes. I think it's the mothman but I secretly want it to be anything else. Why couldn't it be something like the Snallygaster. At least it would be gentle and maybe just give me physical trauma. But the mothman would kill me but not before tearing me into shreds. Maybe if I slowly back away they won't see me. But I hear a earsplitting shriek and the mothman is coming towards me and I start running. I know it's no use but I need to survive for them. I think looking at my lockscreen it's a photo of my niece and my daughter. I would die to protect them. I don't realize that I was on the road till the car hits me and I see my life flash before my eyes. I can't leave them. I'm the only person they have other than each other. Where am I? I'm in a bright room with a beeping sound. I hear voices I don't recognize but one sticks out to me. It sounds like my dad but he lives in la. How is he here? I listen and it sounds like my dad is taking the girls but I have custody of Sam since my sister died. Why is he trying to take them from me? “Hello?” I shuddered. Not from cold but fear. Someone I don't recognize is standing over me and saying oh thank Ares, I didn't kill her in a joyful voice. “Hi honey, how are you feeling,” my dad ponders? As he's trembling and fidgeting with his fingers. “Fine, where's Sam and Max,” I ask him? As I frown. My dad responds with, Lets not focus on that right now honey lets focus on you getting better. A door creaks open and a new person comes into the room. Their name tag says Dr. Parker. I bellowed at him, "Where are they, I have a right to know?” The doctor is talking in the background but he's talking too quietly for me to understand. As the doctor took my temperature, he quavered, “They're safe.” “You're lying, I can tell. Tell me the truth Nick,” I scream at my father. As he backs away as if i could hurt him He seems taken aback because I used his real name. He can tell I'm serious. I sit up and it hurts a lot but I need to know where they are. Then I feel lightheaded and sick. I fall into the bed wondering will I ever see them again…and what is he hiding? -river