A little horror-ish story from back in high school. It's a little rough but not the worst.

Stalked

Lachlan Marnoch, 2009

It looked like they had picked the wrong time to be kicked off a train.
They looked around, both unsure of what to do. Everything was dark, and the cold was awful, even with her coat. Her extremities were already beginning to go numb. She was certain that if she remained stationary in the cold to much longer, she would freeze.
She and Jack were the only people on the platform aside from the guard. It was a blocky, concrete affair, with the standard yellow warning line. A small cabin, presumably where the guard stayed, stood at the far end. As far as she could tell, it was the only human structure for miles around. It was surrounded by a pine forest, the trees topped with snow. A dirt road led away from it, shooting off between the trees. It was coated in a layer of frost.
“What are we going to do?” she asked, turning to Jack. He stroked his chin in that funny way he had, forehead crinkled in a slight frown.
“Maybe we should walk down that road until we find somewhere to stay the rest of the night,” he said hesitantly.
“Until we get you a visa, there’s no way we can get back on any trains,”
The prospect of walking down a cold, hard road in the middle of the night was in no way entertaining to her, but she didn’t see that they had any other choice. The nearest village, according to her little map, was a mile or so down the road.
“Alright,” she said, trying with difficulty to keep her shivering under control. Jack noticed, though, and began to slip his jacket off. She pushed it away.
“No, don’t. You need it,”
“Don’t be stupid. Go on, put it on,”
She shook her head. Jack shrugged, and put it back on.
She was about to say that they might as well go, but then, without warning, there came a cry from the other end of the platform. They spun around, frightened.
The guard was gone.
They began to run towards where the guard had been. Jack opened his mouth to tell her to stay, but she ran ahead, and he had no choice but to follow. They reached where the guard had been standing. On the dark concrete was a small, dark smear. It could have been anything, really. But the nauseous feeling in her stomach told her it was blood. They span around, looking frantically. Nothing. No movement. The trees stood silent as the grave, like quiet giants. There was no wind, no breeze. The silence was deafening.
And then, without warning, the lamp that lit up the station flickered off. The darkness was absolute. She screamed in shock. Something grabbed her arm. She screamed again, then realised it was Jack.
“Shhh,” he whispered.
“It’s probably just a blown fuse,”
“What about the guard, then?” she whispered back.
He had no answer for that.
They stood there in the dark for several moments, then Jack said “Maybe we should go, find somewhere we can call the police,”
She nodded.
“Ok,”
And so they left the platform and began to walk quickly down the road.
She was afraid. Shadows seemed to jump out at her, every tree looked like it might harbour an enemy. The light of the moon did strange things to the way the ground was lit, making everything seem twice, no, four times as spooky. The shadows combined with whatever had happened at the station made this the most terrifying night of her life.
And then, the inevitable happened.
She tripped.
She fell to the ground with a cry, throwing her arms forward to protect herself. Her palms met the cold gravel painfully, and she collapsed in a sprawl.
Jack was by her side instantly. “Are you okay?”
She glanced at her palms in disgust. They were grazed, the skin on the surface scraped away.
“Yeah, I’m fine. She looked down, saw that her foot was caught in a root. She shook her head at her own uncoordination. Then she looked up...
And her eyes met another pair of disembodied, glowing red eyes, staring right back at her.
She froze, and the eyes narrowed.
“Jack...” she whispered.
“There’s something in the trees...”
His head snapped to look where she was looking, but as soon as he did, the eyes disappeared.
“Where?” he asked quickly.
"It’s gone now,” she said in frustration.
“But there was something there, I swear!”
He looked cautiously around, then said “We should get moving,”
After that, she was thoroughly freaked out. She was convinced that the eyes, the disappearing guard, and the light turning off were all linked in some way.
As they walked, they picked up the pace to a near-jog. Sometimes she saw flashes of movement in the trees, or heard a rustling. It could have been animals. She hoped it was. But she got the feeling something was following them...
Then the world went crazy.
Something leapt from the trees, knocking her aside and pinning Jack to the ground. She screamed, falling backwards, and looked up to see something horrific crouched over Jack. Its eyes were slanted, red, and glowing. It was almost human in shape, but with black, shiny skin, long limbs, and sharp claws. Its mouth was four insectoid mandibles, filled with sharp, inward-pointing teeth.
It leaned forward over Jack, extending its saliva-dripping mouthparts.
She scuttled backwards in horror, her mouth working wordlessly. As she reached the tree line...
Her hand closed around a large, heavy branch.
Her eyes narrowed in grim determination. She stood, charged at the monster, lifted the branch high above her head...
And brought it down with a great thud on the back of the beast’s neck..
It fell without a sound, collapsing on top of Jack. He looked at the body in horror, then squirmed out from under it.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said.

By Zach Dischner (Galaxy) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons