I pushed people out of the way as I’m running full speed. As I stumbled over a cat I turned my head slightly and caught a glimpse of my pursuer. He was wearing a black hoody with his hood over his head, black jeans that looked over sized on him and white shoes which seemed a bit off about his outfit but I don’t have the time to think about that. He looked to be in his 30’s with a full beard and mustache with a scar right above his cheek.
As soon as I got my balance back I pounded hard on the pavement at full speed, but that wasn’t enough. I noticed that, ever so slightly, he was catching up to me with that very sharp knife of his. There was a turn to my right and I took it. Then ran into my neighbors home. I quickly closed the door and hid in the closet. I can feel my heart breathing in my chest as if It was about to explode. The man ran in after me and looked around carefully as if he was looking for one specific person in an entire crowd.
The man then looked over at the closet and started walking toward where I was hiding as if he can sense that I’m right there. He walked right up to the door and it took all I can not to scream, I can see his dark clothes right through the slits of the door. Then he turned and ran upstairs as if he heard something, maybe he did hear something. I don’t know I’m to busy listening to my heart beat in my chest. I took this as a chance and opened the closet door and ran out. I looked back at the house to see if he was following me, and I seen him in the window. As soon as I seen him he was staring straight at me.
I swore under my breath and ran while the guy started to run downstairs after me. I took a quick right and found myself in an alleyway, Dead End. I turned back to run out but I was trapped. Standing right in front of me was the guy that was chasing me.
He took three steps towards me and I returned it by taking three steps back. He then charged for me and I closed my eyes taking more steps back, and then… I was falling, I opened my eyes to see what was going on, and that’s when I realized that I was falling. I was actually falling… from nothing! I screamed as I feel and turned around to see I was getting closer to the ground and fast. “This is my last moment in life” I thought. I became face to face with the ground, at that very moment I opened my eyes and sat up. I was breathing hard and sweating. I took in my surroundings carefully; I was sitting up in my bed with the covers over my lap. “That was one scary dream.” I thought to myself. Slowly rolled over the side of the bed so I can go to the bathroom and brushed against something that felt soft yet rough, and a bit slimy at the same time. I knew at once it wasn’t my bead, I screamed as loud as I could and ran into my mother’s room, Scared. “What!? What is it?” My mother asked, worried. I was too scared to talk, that’s when I remembered something before I have went to sleep. I was up when a moth came inside my room. I tried to kill it but lost sight of it. Eventually I gave up and went to sleep that is what I remembered.
That night under my mother’s covers I fell asleep scared to go back in my room. And that is why, to this day, I hate bugs especially moths.