It was a cold, snowy and wet night. That night, at around eight PM I decided to go for a walk in my neighborhood. I was thirteen and afraid of the dark; not wanting to go alone I decided to take my dog with me, her name was gedget. I got dressed, got my dog on her leash, and went to tell my mom, my only parent, where I was going. She didn’t care so I left.
As I walked out I could feel the freezing night air tickle my face. I didn’t have time to think as my dog was already in a full burst running down the street. I ran to catch up with her; finally, I had reached her. As we slowed into a walking pace we arrived into the bottom of my neighborhood.
In my neighborhood, between every street, we have a ditch where all the house's backyards face towards. I was walking when we passed one of those ditches, and I looked into it.
Unlike the street where most houses have lights in there yards, the ditches did not. So as I looked down it, it was pitch black. I thought just for a second I saw a man. I quickly looked to my dog to see if she saw it too, but she had already passed the ditch. I ran to her guessing it was my imagination; like most people normally would, and I kept looking behind me out of fear. Finally I saw someone, it could have been someone that lived in one of the houses, but that didn't reach my brain before I ran.
As I ran, my dog ran behind me. Then, to my horror, I could hear footsteps running quickly behind me. I was smart because I knew that if I looked behind me I would slow down, so I kept running. My dog was barking nonstop, I could see my house. I heard the footsteps change sounds as they walked from the street onto the snow on my lawn. I was so close to the door, and finally my hands touched the ice cold door knob. I opened my front door to the warmth and safety of my entrance-way and my dog ran in at the same time still barking.
I closed the door and locked it, and ran around the house locking all the other doors. I wanted to tell my mom, but I was afraid that she’d think I was lying; besides, she was already in her room, presumably asleep. So I went into my room and lied down on my bed and pulled the covers up high over my head, planning on telling my mom what happened in the morning.
As I woke up I remembered the ordeal I had last night. I quickly ran outside to see if I could see footprints in the snow.
As I ran outside, I saw them; they looked like bowling shoes. The bottoms were flat, no groves or anything that would provide a stable footing, unlike with tennis shoes. I walked around my lawn and saw the footprints, they went all over my house, until they stopped in front of my bedroom window.
What filled me with fear was that I remembered I left the window open last night, with an ever so small crack so I could enjoy the winter air.
Then I heard my mom scream from the living room.