Katrina’s Story - Chapter One

The floor creaked above my head on the second floor. Who else could be in here? This house was supposed to be abandoned. I shuddered and started walking towards the stairs, stuttering uncontrollably I whispered, "Who... Who’s th... there?"

The creaking sound was right behind me now.

I stiffened and turned around slowly, as my face got washed of its color.

A man stood with a hatchet in his right hand, holding it high above his head about to bring it down on my own. I tried to scream but some how my voice got stuck in a knot in my throat. Gulping, I started to back away from this strange manic.

A strange wind started blowing from threw the windows and down the stairs, pushing me towards the man.

Shrieking I tried to stop from going to him by trying to grab for something near me. Damn it! I thought miserably. An unseen force started pushing me harder. The man started to laugh and lower his weapon. The wind blew me to him. I landed against his chest with a gasp. Finally finding my voice I screamed at the top of my lungs like I was being tortured and placed my hands on his chest trying to push away from him. He laughed louder and wound his arms around me.

"Hey, . It’s fine!! Its okay, It’s only me..," He reached up and pulled off his mask so I could see his face.

"Johnathan!" I slapped him hard across the face, hoping I left a mark. " John you know I get scared easily!" He just laughed harder then I ever seen him laugh before. He fell to the cold floor clutching his belly "Ow…." He laughed.

"John, you are the most retarded person I have ever met..," I sighed.

"Yea... But you love this retard with your whole heart... If you didn’t love me, I doubt I’d be able to do this..." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. His lips met mine, and I kissed him softly and tenderly, Enjoying the feel of his lips. Then I pulled away, giggling. I had a urge to just walk away from him. I bet you know how hard it is to fight a simple urge... Well for me it is anyway.

Getting up I blew him a kiss. He made his lip curl and looked at me like a starving puppy would when he’s begging for food. Patting his head, I said "Sit," He sat, "Stay," I giggled.

He just laughed and got up to hug me.