Creative Writing - The Kidnapper

The Kidnapper
Clouds filled the dark sky. Street lamps flickering fiercely along the freekingly frightening street. Mist. Everywhere. Suddenly, rain poured from the heavens above. Tick-Tock. Midnight. A stench of sewege crept slowly around the misty silent street.
John was driving along the gloomy street. BANG! The car suddenly stopped. It wouldn't start again. He got out cautiously and walks over to the hood. He could see nothing wrong. There were no pay phones in sight and his battery was dead on his age old cellular phone.John sat there waiting for another car to come past . Nothing.
One whole hour had gone by when he noticed eeire moaning sounds coming from the graveyard behind him. He then heard a scream. John thought to himself, should he check it out? What if someones in trouble? He began slowly walking towards the gate when he heard another scream. His heart went. He was thinking twice about this. As he opened the tall creaky gate, a black cat jumped scre...