Personal Narrative Fiction

Cora woke up on the floor. Her head was aching, and the light burned her eyes. Where was she? Who was she? Her name was Cora, that much she knew. She blinked and waited for the dots to subside. Slowly she got up and took in her surroundings. She was in what appeared to be a classroom. Books stacked neatly on shelves, desks and chairs in perfect rows. It was pitch black outside. But for some reason, such an ordinary scene seemed eerie and strange. She tried to allay her concerns. It was just a school, nothing special. She strode out the door and into the hall. It was a long, dark hallway. She searched for a switch but there was none. She kept walking, and listened. There was no sound except her breath, her heart, and the steady tattoo of

Julie twirled and skipped with great felicity, and audacity. She acted as if nothing were wrong in the slightest. Cora proceeded with a little more caution, placing each step as though she might step on a landmine. Together they stuck their heads in each classroom and office they came across. Sometimes they split up to cover a floor, sometimes they went together. Cora thought was Julie quite odd. She did everything with great bravado, but it wasn’t to impress Cora. Still, it was nice to know she had someone else there. Julie seemed very pertinacious to find someone. Cora was in a classroom, looking around. All of a sudden, she heard a scream. It was bloodcurdling, utterly anomalous and inhuman. It had to be Julie’s. She ran out into the hall. Then, she heard footsteps. Coming toward her, increasing in speed. Cora ran, faster than she ever thought possible. Blood pounded in her ears, and her heart was beating so loud she thought it would explode. Her skin was hot, but a deep, profound chill clutched her heart. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. Fear kept her going. She would abscond, and leave her pursuer confused. Yes, that is what she would do. Everything was happening so fast. Her mind was filled with only dread. There was a cold feeling at the pit of her