As I sat on the bench I saw a black van in the distance. For a while I had thought someone had been watching me,I guess it was just being me paraniod. The van had pulled up. Anxiously I got up and started walking the oppiste direction,(I still thought somebody was watching me like a stalker)I started to run,I ran as fast as I could. After a few moments the van door flew open! I rapidly ran and glanced behind...
They were coming for me!
Suddenly,I found myself tied up with a blind fold over my eyes in a damp,dusty,disgracful thing they call a van. What had I done to deserve this? Was I being punished for something?
“HELP! HELP!!!” I screamed. There was no reply...Then I heard a man in a deep voice speaking with an young man.“Be quiet or this will be the last day you live”whispered the young man in a serious tone of voice. I decided to not talk,after all,it was a wise idea.

After a bumpy ride,the van had stopped. The man seemed to speak two different languages, one French and the other English. I was taken to a creepy basement. I was untied and the man had taken of my blind fold.
“Are you Emily?” asked a man in a black suit. I replied yes and asked him who he was. “I'm mr....Rellik” replied the other man and began to grin. “Do I know you,are you going to hurt me?”asked Emily worriedly. She began to muddle his name up in her mind...
The word repeated: Mr Rellik
I muttered the word again and again. It was like I had seen it written down before. Suddenly I noticed that Rellik backwords was spelt
Killer...

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