It was a dark, cold night. The sky was pitch black. The street was only lit by the moon light. I heard footsteps behind me. I started to run. I tripped. My knee started bleeding.

"Hey, cutie where are you going?" I heard a voice behind me.

"Leave me alone!" I said.

He started walking faster. I started running even though my leg hurt.

He started sprinting. I can't win. Why did I have to go to that stupid party. I didn't even want to go. I'm just too nice. I can't say no to people.

He grabbed my hand.

"You're pretty, wanna come with me?" He said.

I got out of his grip and punched him. I was only sixteen. I was scared. I wanted to cry. I've seen movies like this. I know what happens. I started running as fast as I could. My house was just up the road. I kept going. He was gaining on me, fast. I was at my house and I ran inside locked the door and burst into tears. Was he stalking me? Who was he?

There was a knock at the door. It was him.

"Open the door!" He yelled. My mum and dad went out for dinner, and they aren't back yet. Great.

The knocking stopped. The backdoor. Is it locked? I got up and ran to the backdoor. It wasn't locked I locked it but then I heard a window smash.

"Sierra, are you here?" He yelled. I called the police.

"Hello? There is a man at my house and he's trying to kill me! Help! I live at 34 Finch Road!" I said frantically. "We'll send a police car there right away, sweetie." The woman said. "Thank you…" I said. I went in the laundry and decided to hid in the dirty clothes basket. I heard the footsteps get closer and closer,.

"Sierra…." He called my name.

"…..Sierra, come out, come out, wherever you are." He whispered.

He was right next to the basket. I held my breath. He reached his hand into the basket and pulled my hair, and pulled me out of the basket.

"Found you."

I blacked out.