It was 3 AM and I was awakened by the sound of footsteps running down the street. I sat up on the edge of the bed and listened. It was incredibly strange this dark cloudy night. When I came to bed at midnight I remember hearing footsteps running. And, For the life of me, there was something that I should be doing and I can not remember what it is. I got up and went down to the kitchen for a glass of water.
The kitchen light was on when I got there. I could have sworn I shut it off. I got a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table. There it was again, running…off in the distance and headed this way. I hurried to the window in the living room and looked out. The sound was getting louder and as I was waiting to see who it was, I saw a shape running from tree to tree, well more like gliding. It was watching the street too. I had never seen any entity out in my yard before. They usually stayed around the basement. Maybe it wasn’t one of mine.
Now I remember! I was going to organize a watch party for Halloween! It was our favorite time of year. We loved going out together and waiting for the older ghouls and ghosties to see if we could scare them. We usually left the young ones alone unless there was some little beastie that was a little too beastie if you know what I mean. I went back to the kitchen and wrote this down to remember about the watch party and got back to the task at hand. Trying to find the source of the footsteps.
I decided to take a look around outside so I went to the kitchen door and stepped out into the night. It was very dark out, not a star in sight. Once my eyes became used to the darkness I walked around to the front of the house. Rounding the corner, I could see why it was so very dark. All of the street lights were out. There it was again, the footsteps running down the street. I ran to the nearest tree and hid there for a minute before going to the next tree. The footsteps were getting closer and I proceeded again to the next tree. I was about to see where the footsteps were coming from. Who was it that was running? And running from what?
All of a sudden, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. My heart was racing and a bead of sweat ran down my forehead. What came next would haunt me forever. A blood curdling scream and the most horrendous roar I had ever heard. The ground beneath my feet shook and the air was filled with the stench of something burning. The footsteps were getting closer now and there was a strange glow in the air. I ran to the tree next to the street and waited. Any second now the mystery of the footsteps would be resolved…
It was 3 AM and I was awakened by the sound of footsteps running down the street. I sat up on the edge of the bed and listened. It was incredibly strange this dark cloudy night. When I came to bed at midnight I remember hearing footsteps running. For the life of me, there was something that I should be doing and I can not remember what it is. I got up and went down to the kitchen for a glass of water.