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There was a misty fog, hanging over the street that night. He walked down the long, old road, gradually getting closer to his destination. There was a concert on that night at the royal concert hall, which was where the strange man was heading. He had medium – long jet black hair and dark glasses where you could just make out the outline of his eyes.
He came up to some marble white stairs, which lead up to the big lively concert hall. The concert was not starting for forty-five minutes, but the strange man, dressed in black proceeded through the door. There were cleaners vacuuming and dusting the entrance area ready for the event. They told him it was not open yet but he replied by telling them he was booked to talk to the manager.
Instead of going to the manager’s office, he carried on to the big gold doors where the concert was going to be held. There was a woman inside the concert hall setting up the room. She was turning on the gold, diamond chandeliers. She had laid out small tables with snow-white tablecloths and fancy napkins. She was polishing some glasses when there was a loud vicious knock at the big gold door. She made her way up to the door in a curious manner. She answered the door and she saw the strange man stood there. She told him that he was 45 minutes early, but he said he had business to do. He whipped out a knife. He started walking towards her, and slashed near her face. She ran to the back of the hall and climbed up the stage struggling to get free.
He carried on walking up to her slowly and confidently. She grabbed a pole out of one of the stage wings and swooped at him in an attempt to save her life. She swooped again, but he caught the pole and threw it on the floor. She ran up the stairs into the office and locked the door. She phoned the police and told them he was trying to kill her, but before she finished the knife was wedged in side the door. The man slid the knife up and down until he opened the lock. He strode in and attempted to stab her, he just caught her arm and blood spurted over the wall. In a struggle she ran back through the door, holding her arm and running down the aisle. He had now started to run, she pushed tables and chairs in front of him to trip him, but he strode through them like they were pieces of foam. She grabbed on to the diamond door handle and twisted it, but the gold door was locked. She ran over to the fire exit and pushed the lever.
To her surprise the door opened and she burst outside screaming for help. The man was now only metres behind her. She started trying to open some car doors in the deserted car park. A dark blue Ford Fiesta opened when she pulled the handle. She shut her self in the car and locked the door half a second before the man pulled on the handle.
He laughed and then smashed the window with his elbow. The keys had also been left in the car to, most likely the car was stolen; it was a very rough area. She turned the engine and kicked on the clutch. He grabbed on to the car and kept slashing at her with his bloody end knife. He slashed her several times but she wouldn’t give up. She braked suddenly and he flew onto the floor in front of the car. She kicked on the clutch again and ran over him. She reversed back over him again and again. She tried to scream for help but her vocal chords were slashed. She was then found the next morning dead in the car, drenched in blood, the man lay pale and dead on the floor crushed down by the car.