[ RF ] Let 's stop for a moment with all of those `` paranormal '' scary stories . Write a terrifying piece that could really and plausibly happen to anyone .

I was walking around at night, just enjoying a night, when a man came up to me asking for help. `` Excuse me,'' he said, `` but can you help me with something?'' I always tried to be helpful, so I decided, why not. 
 
 `` Sure sir, what do you need?'' I asked the man. He started to lead me down the road a little bit, and then stopped. 
 
 `` I need...'' all of a sudden, my muscles locked up, and I could n't move. An extremely sharp pain through me. The man looked at me, and smiled. I fell to the ground, and noticed something before blacking out. I was led into an alley, and there was no one around me. Well, that is n't true. There was no one who was going to help me. I was going to be kidnapped. 
 
 I woke up, chained to a bed. There was a tray will cold food left by me bedside. I could n't quite reach it, but at the same time, I was n't going to eat it. I begin looking around the room, and the situation dawns on me. I can feel the tears fill my eyes, and I begin to scream. At first it's incoherent yells and cries, but I begin to start thinking of questions. Am I safe? Am I alive? Will I ever see my family again? Why me? Why me? Damn it, why me?! 
 
 All of a sudden, a door begins to open. I am terrified. Is death itself going to visit me? I have never been as scared as I was in my life. 
 
 A man walks in, and I immediately began sizing him up. He was about 5'10'' and was balding. He was wearing old looking jeans, and a wife beater. He had a gut, but looked like he could hold his own in a fight. He was also wearing steel toed boots. He just looks at me. He just watches me for what seems like forever. 
 
 I muster the courage to ask a question: `` Where am...'' Before I can finish, a fist strikes me in the jaw. The pain wells up in me. I ca n't tell if my jaw is broken or dislocated, but I ca n't hold back the pain. As I let out a cry of pain, the man grabs my jaw and holds it open. He shoves a funnel deep in my throat, and I start crying. Why me? 
 
 He begins pouring a concoction down the funnel, and into my stomach. I can feel the vomit rising inside me. I start gagging, and vomit all over myself, and the man. He backs up, and I cough the funnel out. I ca n't tell, but it feels like it cut my throat on the way out. The pain was excruciating. I vomit all over myself again. 
 
 All of a sudden, my hair is grabbed, and I am being pulled up. The chains on my hands and legs rattle, and the man gets very close to my face. He is breathing heavily, and he smells of tobacco. I am silent, and terrified. 
 
 He slams my head against the bed, and punches me again. I begin to black out, when I hear his last words to me. 
 
 `` Welcome to your new home.''
