A Night of Fear

I was convinced that I heard a noise behind me, but when I turned around to look, no one was there.

I told myself that I was being ridiculous, so I grabbed my school bag and started to walk on.

Normally I would never go through this neighbourhood alone at this time of night, but earlier I had been at a friend’s house, and I was a bit late.

My parents were probably already worried sick.

I never felt save around here, because about a year earlier, a girl from my school had been found stabbed to death, only a few blocks away.

The police had found her body in a container, but they never found the course of the murder or the murderer.

I was walking very fast, almost running and I fought to keep my breathing under control.

I tried to convince myself that I was just panicking, but I kept feeling like someone was watching and following me.

Every sound slowly turned into footsteps, and the wind became a breath.

My heart was beating way to fast and I started running, but I tripped and fell.

As I lied on the ground my head became clearer and I calmed down a bit.