Watched in the Shadows

Walking home at two AM last Tuesday I heard footsteps behind me. Every time I stopped

they stopped. Every time I walked they walked. My heart pounded as I picked up the

pace. The footsteps matched my speed perfectly. I pulled out my phone pretending

to call someone hoping whoever it was would back off. The footsteps got closer.

I could hear breathing now. Cold shallow breaths right behind my neck.

I spun around ready to scream. Nothing. The street was completely empty.

But I swear I felt someone there watching me from the shadows. I ran the rest of the way home and

locked every door. When I checked my phone later I had a text from an unknown number.