Daniel Lebbie
Scary Night
I was now ready to depart after the party, exiting my Cousin’s house. It was a Halloween party. It was a lot of fun; to be honest the party seemed to be quite good. It was suppose to be scary, but now that I come to see it does not compare to how I felt later on during the night. You see the difference is looking at all the story I have heard about Halloween, this one that I have experienced seems a lot more realistic and frightening. I had no choice but to walk home by myself, because of the complicated story my mom told me (which of course I was not listening to).
The night was dark, gloomy, dusky, and silent. So basically these were not the conditions that I was looking for. As I approached the park, increasing the speed of my walking I started to feel a bit frightened. I couldn’t hear any thing apart from my footsteps and the one behind me. Yes, the one behind me, I looked back, saw no one and started walking backwards. As I looked forward my eyes caught up with a tall man looking straight back at me. “Where is the streets” he says I replied with a trembling voice saying “straight forward” at the same time constantly backing off. Then he smiled and started walking in front of me really fast. Then he disappeared into the dusk. All the park lights were off and there was nobody else around. Again I heard another sound of footsteps. They became louder and louder which gave me the idea of someone coming closer. I stopped. I looked back. I saw no one. I heard nothing. there. There was a shadow lurking behind a car. At first glance I thought it was a cat then I looked again and I thought it was far too big to be a cat. A shiver of fear ran up my spine. I thought that it could be a mugger, or even a murderer! Where ever I went I could still hear the footsteps. I began to walk faster to get away from the noise of the footsteps.
