Scarlett's 100wc

I was running along the old track, the one that no one used anymore. Only one thought was going through my head: escape. I stopped, out of breath. “They won’t find me here, no one ever uses this track anymore” I said to myself. Then a steely voice behind me said “That's why it makes a perfect place to…” I cut him off by screaming and running, because i recognised that voice, he was the voice of my grandfather, he had gone completely crazy… suddenly i saw what he meant, about this being a perfect place… my grandfather, a murderer.