The street was quiet, since everyone was at the game. I was not used to going down Post Oak Road in silence on a Friday night. All you could hear was the wind whistling and, every once in a while, you could hear a dog bark in the distance. It was kind of creepy, if you asked me.
Breathing? Yes, breathing. Heavy breathing is exactly what I heard. I whipped around, expecting to see someone behind me, but as far as I could see, was just darkness. Empty, cold, darkness. I knew I must have been going crazy, so I just started to walk faster. As I walked, I heard the sounds of footsteps. I wasn’t going crazy at all. There was someone behind me. I was positive.
I stood there. Frozen in place. Frozen in fear. “Who’s there?” I shouted in cracked voice.
The creaking of trees and rustling of leaves was all the reply that I got.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number of one of my best friends. The dial tone music rung in my ears over and over again, while I just prayed that she would answer. I was nervous for a while, and then became scared, now I was just plain-out desperate. I needed her to answer. My nerves were taking over and making me unable to think straight.
Now I knew I wasn’t crazy. I knew I was feeling heat on my neck. The breathing was slow, and I knew it was the person who had been behind me all night. I wanted to turn around so badly but it was like my body was made of stone. I wanted to run or scream just to let somebody know I needed help, but I couldn’t.
As its hands, his hands, wrapped around my neck, I knew that I was done. Every breath I took became shorter and shorter. There started to be no air left. Every bit of life that I had left just left me. All of my friends and family was going to be left behind. It was over …
I was over.
