InsaneJournal

Rich had not stayed out late with his mates at the pub.  He was tired, had put in a long day at the garage working on a car that had a knackered cooling system.  He had been over and under the car all day getting the car fixed.  He even nicked his hand up.

He let himself into his flat and tried to turn on the light in the short hallway.  The light failed to flip on.  Swearing he continued on to his bedroom to turn on the light there.  It also failed.  He looked at the alarm clock and it still flashed the time, 9:16.  He though it odd that the clock was on but the lights had failed.  But he was to tired to care.  He knew his apartment well enough to maneuver without killing himself on the furniture. 

Turning to his closet he took off his jean jacket and threw it on to the chair by the door.  He moved to pull off one boot then the other, leaving him in his sock covered feet.

That when he felt the body behind him.  Before he could say, “What the ....,” there was a hand over his mouth, and an arm restraining him.  He tried to struggle, but the person was more powerful than him. 

He felt a jab in his right arm.  The person continued to hold him as he continued to struggle, looking around his room.  Then slowly darkness pulled him under.