Hi! My name is Luna and this is the story of how I almost died.
It all started on a Thursday. I was outside with some of my friends and when i went home ~my house its like hidden between others and at night its kinda creepy~ on the way I saw in the distance a man staring at me. I was really skeptical about it but let it slip.
The next day my mom made me took the trash out I saw the same man there on a bench. I threw the trash in the trash bin and went back home. Looking back I see the man following me. I knew something's up with this man and I didn't go in the building that I live in, but in a random one. I called my mom in there telling her what happened but she told me bot to worry and come home because we need to clean the house. So what you're telling me is that mom thinks that cleaning the house is more important than my safety? Damn. After some time I took some courage and went home. On the way home I lost the man (or so i thought). Hopefully I got home safe and help mom clean the house.
A whole week went like this until...
