Running won’t help me now. He’s following me… His hands gripping around me now, i can’t see. Blood is gushing out of me, hands strangling me. The basement in front of my eyes beginning to fade as my vision is blocked by the dark cloak of my murderer. All i feel is a sudden increase in heat through a sharp pain tearing into my skin, a hot blade. The sound of heavy breathing piercing through my ears as an icy fire shoots up my spine. I feel my body almost levitating, all sensation leaving my body through the blade damaged skin. My murderer pulls his cloak from my eyes, a blinding light strains my eyes, i think I’m going to die, no one will find me in time. My blood is pouring out of me, what colour was the floor? I hear sound… my murderer pulls his cloak over his face and runs towards the basement door. These rusty, jaggered, metal chains digging into my wrists, it hurts but i can’t cry. My throat is dry my sight has faded, i can barely see. Three police officers break down the basement door calling my name. My hearing is fading. My spirit watching, with no sympathy, as my murderer is handcuffed. His hands behind his back, kneeling before an officer pleading for mercy, mercy denied each time. If i could laugh i would, but I’m dead now, i have no emotion. The officers are on the phone to my mother, she’s on her way. Five minutes ago i felt only pain and fear, now… i feel empty while my spirit ligers watching everyone alive. I stare at my lifeless body, mortified. The surrounding floor covered in blood, my face as pale as snow. How can a person do that to someone? Even as a spirit i get an insight on my murderes torture chamber, still, It gives me the chills. My mother’s here now, laying bedside my lifeless body, mother I’m over here… She can’t hear me, she’s distraught. My mother demanding to know why my murderer did this, my presence the only thing to guide her into not retaliating. My spirit will haunt this man till he too is dead.