It was late one summer evening, which at the time, I did not know would be my last.

I was walking home from a pleasant visit with Gilbert. It was a cold, dark night, darker than usual. The sky was purple, stars shining brightly, with light, twisting clouds making their way across the night sky. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" I asked. I got no response. I looked around me, and noticed the one who was once with me was not there anymore.

Maybe he got went a diffrent way home... I thought to myself.

While walking through the quite, empty street, a soft rain began to fall. But the sky was so clear a minute ago. That's strange.

The rain continued to get harder, and harder, and harder. Soon, it was pouring down. I was still so far away from my home, and I needed to make it to some shelter, fast. I was already half-soaked. I ran through the streets, as fast as I possibly could, looking for anything that would allow me to keep my head dry, at least until the rain softened.

That's when I began to hear the footsteps.

Since it was raining, I would imagine that the person behind me would be looking for shelter too. I turned around and was about to ask if he wanted to look with me, but when I looked, nobody was there. But I had noticed something. There were rings of water in the puddles, meaning something- or someone, had just stepped in it.

I was beginning to panic. After catching my breath, I started walking. At first slowly. Then, the footsteps began again. They seemed to be mimicing my steps exactly, as if they knew my usual pace. I began to walk faster, but the footsteps continued following and mimicing me, so then I began running, and I could hear the footsteps behind me getting faster. There was no way this was just a random stranger walking through the street. This person was out to get me.

Soon enough, I was running as fast as I possibly could. My legs were screaming out because of the constant, powerful running, but I had to ignore it. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to get out of there!

Thankfully, I managed to make it too my home. I got out my keys, but they got stuck in the door. I began to panic again, but when I turned around... Nobody was there. I calmed down, opened the lock, and removed the keys. When I entered, I called out "Hello?" to see if my friend had made it home.

No answer

He's probably asleep.

I was quite parched from all of the running, so I went into the kitchen for a glass of water. When I was at the sink, something grabbed me. And held something sharp up to my throat.

They were laughing, a maniacal laugh.

I knew I was going to die, but before I did, I wanted to see the face of my killer. His whole face was covered, except for his intense eyes.


That was when the world went black.