It started on a rainy day when a frightening masked fella appeared on the street.
“Ronnie!” My mother’s voice rang, jolting me. I stopped staring and ran inside—up the stairs—I went into my bedroom.
“Whoo! That was close.” I shuddered and heaved a sigh. Slumping on my bed, I closed my eyes for a minute, trying not to remember the man; the image of him came right in my mind at that moment, laying imprinted, as I tried not to yell.
“You think you can get away from me?” I jerked up at the voice.
I saw no one, my room cold and without light—I shivered and prayed silently in my mind, as someone tapped me and I heard a voice. “Hello?”
I gasped. My legs were shaking as from my head, down shook and trembled like never before. Calm down, Veronica. It’s just your mind playing tricks—it wasn’t!
Another tap came on me, and I swerved, wanting to know who it was. Finding no one, I raced to the door and tried to get it open. Every pull seemed not to work.
“Humhumhum!” A soft chuckle came. “You didn’t think you could run away from me…?”
I let out a loud yell. A sharp pointy edge glistened in the dark, as I made a run for, but got caught up instead—