I stopped. There it was again. I willed myself to be as quiet as possible as I crept down the creaking stairs. All of a sudden I heard a deafening scream. No, it was more like a screeching sound; it was like a million sharp nails scraping down a wooden door. The sound caught my breath and made my throat as dry as a desert. I peered down at my hand, it was shaking like mad, too much, I needed it too be still if I was going to kill this thing.
The voice of the killer chilled me to the bone. I tried to turn around bur something didn't, or wouldn't, let me.
"It's been so long, too long, since I've seen you, my dear friend." He whispered, his breath warm on my neck.
"No, you're not here, you're not real, you're…you're…" I stammered.
"No, no, that never happened. You… you… jumped. I was the one who tried to stop you. I told you to stop messing around, to stop dancing on the very top of the bridge, but you didn't listen, no, you just laughed and carried on. And then you…you sli…you slipped." The words tumbled out her mouth before she could stop them.
"Liar! All of it is lies! LIES!" He shouted, so hard that you could see the veins throbbing on his cut face.
The killer lunged at my face, his sward glinting in the gloomy room. My automatic reaction was to charge at him, my fists clenched, my mouth screaming in rage. We tumbled around on the floor, kicking, shouting and punching. Suddenly, I found myself shoved against a wall, the killers sward placed on my neck.
"Revenge is mine." He hissed, a wide grin covering his face.