I’m walking down a dark deserted street. It’s late at night. I have on my skirt, blouse and light sweater. It’s warm out so I’m not cold. I hear a noise from somewhere behind me. I’m not scared tho. It sounds far away. Then I hear foot steps. They are coming closer. I have very high heels on so walking faster than I am already doing is hard to do. I want to look over my shoulder but I don’t want to. Am I just being paranoid?
I hear the foot steps getting closer. There is nowhere for me to go. Just empty buildings around. I can’t take it anymore and I look behind me. There is a man there. He is tall with dark hair but that’s all I can make out. Except that he looks big. I’m a little frightened now. He seems to be walking faster now. I’m trying not to panic. My breath is getting faster; my pulse is starting to race. I’m being silly, I know. He is just a man walking late at night like I am. I turn the corner hoping to find somewhere to hide. There is no where. But up ahead I see an alley. I run up to it and step inside it. He won’t find me here. Its pitch black and there’s not a lot of room. He will pass right by.
I can hear his steps, getting closer and closer. I hold my breath. He passes by. I let out my breath, thankful that he has gone. Just as I am about to peek out, he steps into the alley. There is nowhere for me to hide.
“Were you waiting for me?” he asks.