EMILY

Was I being followed? Or was I just paranoid?

I gripped my bag tighter and crossed to the other side of the road. I hurried my steps while taking occasional glances behind me.

'I think I should just sleep over at Charlie's house and never come back here at night'

The wind sent a cool breeze through my exposed arms, and I felt the hair on my skin rise.

Atleast, I was thankful for the street lights because I was not walking in total darkness.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me, and just as I turned, a piece of cloth forcefully covered my nose, and whatever I inhaled made...