Horror Contest

Sabrina span around as she heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from upstairs.
"Shit." She cursed quietly, trying to get out as fast and quietly as she could, realising that he hadn't left the house. He had simply had enough of her and decided to move on. She walked backwards on the balls of her feet, somewhere in her mind acknowledging the irony there. She had always ridiculed the victims in horror movies for walking backwards.
Blood dripped down her leg from the wound in her stomach. Her face was scratched from where she had hit the floor, her eyes red and swollen from the tears she had cried, begging him to stop. Both arms were covered in blood from the deep cuts he had carved into her arm. Meaningless letters. An everlasting message. There was too much blood to decipher what he had written.
Sabrina wondered if people were looking for her. She didn't know who the other girl was. She just hoped that they both would survive his torture long enough to get help.
Sabrina froze as she realised that the house was quieter. The screams had been replaced by quiet sobbing. He was on the move again. Any minute now he could discover that she was gone.
She abandoned all attempt at a quiet escape, fleeing as fast as she could, fear overtaking her body and tears falling from her eyes once more. She skidded to a panicked stop at the door.
"Somebody, anybody, please" Sabrina pleaded, as she rattled the handle and pulled at the door.
"Looking for something?" A quietmenacing voice entered the hall and she heard slow, steady footsteps down the steps. Her blood froze over and her eyes opened wide. She turned, petrified, to face him, pressing her back against the door. She tried desperately to open the door behind her back, as he stepped closer and closer, his face covered in the darkness.
"Please...please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged him, tears blurring her sight as his face appeared out of the shadows. He was wearing a dark blue ski mask to cover his face, she still had no idea who he was.
"Now why would i want to hurt you?" He asked her, bending over in front of her. Sabrina closed her eyes and looked down.
"I don't know!" She cried.
"Look at me when i am speaking to you!" He shouted in her face, snatching her chin in his blood-covered hand and pulling it up to his. "Look at me!"
She opened her eyes, her jaw jammed shut by the force he was
holding her chin.
"You...and that cheerleader SLUT up there-" spit covered her face
as he shouted in her face, his teeth clenched behind the mask, and pointed up the
stairs. Sabrina noted the cliche in the fact that the other girl
was a cheerleader. It was always a cheerleader. "You thought you
were too good for me...you thought i was too much of a a loser, not
worthy enough to warrant your interest. Well, i'm not going to lose
this time! You are!" He said this triumphantly, throwing her away
from him. She hit the floor with a dull thud and cried out.
"What are you talking about? I've never even spoken to you! I'm not
a cheerleader! I don't know what you're talking about!" She
screamed through the pain.
He laughed sadistically at her agony. Bending towards her, he yanked her upright by her dark hair and pulled her towards his face .
"You should. You will by the time I'm finished. If you live long enough." He smiled at her, a smile of pleasure at her torture, his eyes, visible behind the mask, were filled with hate and revenge as he pulled her towards the staircase.
"No, please!" Sabrina struggled to get away from him, falling backwards as he let go of her hair. She landed on her back and scrambled to get away from him, crawling back towards the door.
He ignored this, picking up the knife he had placed on the bottom step, before advancing towards her. Sabrina saw the gleam in his eye as he stepped over her legs, and saw blood drip of the blade. He moved lower, to pin her underneath his thighs.
Sabrina panicked and kicked out, aiming and achieving the vital weakness between the legs. She rolled out from under him as he dropped the knife and doubled over. The knife clattered to the floor and Sabrina snatched it up, running in the opposite direction this time, hoping for another exit.
She heard him groan, and then thudding footsteps racing towards her, getting faster and closer every second. She gasped in hope as she saw a window and raced towards it, reaching for the handle.
“No!” She cried in desperation as he grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground. Sabrina kicked out towards the window, her foot connecting with the single layer of glass. “No! Leave me alone! Please!” She kicked out again, and was rewarded with the tinkling sound of breaking glass hitting the floor. “HELP! Somebody help! Help me!” She screamed as loud as she could, praying that someone would hear her. He pulled her away from the window as she continued screaming. He slammed her onto the table behind him, pushing her back down. She grabbed hold of the edge of his mask and yanked it up slightly, revealing his left cheek. He jerked back and she pushed the knife out in front of her, wielding it as both a weapon and a shield.
“Stay away from me!” Sabrina shouted at him, aware that they were still close to the window.
“Shut your mouth!” He growled at her like an animal, and she glanced at the window- her worst mistake. Taking advantage of her distraction, he grabbed her wrist and twisted it backwards, causing her to scream in pain and the knife to slip from her grip. He overpowered her in seconds, dragging her away from her one chance of escape....1