Contest #5: Writing Challenge

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You forgot to say that we can only have one entry and have to delete the older one if we want to make a new story.
Btw: My favourite genre of music. That counts as a story? For me stories in here are more tales... But anyway.
I guess I will start. I am not sure whether I will have time soon enough and before I forget about the time( that often happens to me ). As I probably can change it later...
I guess my story is pretty much about a situation of fear.
Edit: 250 words is less than I thought. I guess I have to write something longer.

Steps

A lonely candle stood on the desk. From somewhere came a draught, letting the flame dance around in the stuffy air.
The room was nearly empty. Surrounded by cold grey walls, the desk stood in the middle of it. In one of the corners was a chair, next to it a little window and on the other side of the room a dark wooden door. Nothing else.
A sunk down man was sitting on the chair. His face was ashen and he had a harried expression on it. Leaning against the wall he seemed to wait for something.
There it was. Steps on the floor. They were coming for him.
Suddenly the noise vanished and it was quiet again. The man was looking around. He still could hear the steps in his mind, relentless. They were coming to catch him.
He stared at the wall, tried not to think about anything. They were coming... Look at the candle! They were coming...
Again he heard the steps. This time louder. And they became even louder as the shoes came nearer and nearer.
He suddenly stood up. Where should he go? He looked around. At the heavy grey walls. They seemed to come nearer, trying to crush him to dead. The door. He ran to it when the steps' sound intensity increased again. They were coming.
He was unable to think clearly anymore. In his desperation he opened the window to escape through it. With a thud he impinged on the street.

did a new story:

In the dark

While the moon shone onto the tops of the trees, the way beneath them laid in deepest darkness. The dense walls of leaves swallowed every sound. Anyway, there wasn't any sound at all. The whole forest was completely silent. Not even a bird was flying around.
A shadow began to stand out against the gloominess. Slowly he became bigger and bigger and put on human-like shape.
Cen was carefully shifting from one foot to the other. It was about midnight while he was walking home from a party. To be home faster he took the way through the forest, but now he was regretting it.
He tried to distinguish the different shadows from each other, but it was just too dark. He could only rely on his feet to stay on the way home.
Suddenly a tree appeared in front of him. At some point a lightning had created a knothole now looking at him like a yap full of canines.
A scream came out of his mouth, breaking the silence for a moment, then vanishing slowly and painfully.
He was trying to compose his mind. What was he in fear of? Slowly he started to walk on again, looking around even more. From somewhere a raven cried with a sad and dolorous voice. Cen turned his head into the direction the scream came from.
Suddenly another raven cried, now from behind him. He closed his eyes and began counting. Then he took a decision. He began running not looking back and not trying to think about anything. And after some minutes of running the trees became less and less and he arrived at the end of the wood. In front of him he could see his house with light coming out of the window.
He ran up the hill, straight into this light when he heard a noise from behind. He turned his head and saw the trees chasing him. One of them was catching his leg and he fell to the ground. But where once has been the ground was now a dark hole.
He fell deeper and deeper, the hole above him was as of now only a point in the dark sky, covered by dozens of trees. He fell and feel and fell until the whole world around him was completely dark and he woke up.