The air is whistling on a cold winter's night and it's become unbearably cold. Sophia Wilson was just walking home from work when she had this uneasy feeling that somebody might be following her. So, she pulled out her phone and started texting her mom. As she was texting her mom, she heard footsteps. Her heart dropped towards her stomach, as she turns her head as she continues on walking, but she walks a bit faster. There it is, the unsettling feeling she was having was true.
She starts running faster than she ever did before, their face hidden in the dark, she couldn't see who it was.
As she was running, somehow nobody was on the street so the first house she saw, she ran, she saw hope but little did she know that hope would withdraw from her body as she was banging on the door and nobody came. She heard the gate open up behind her and knew what she had to do.
She came face to face with her soon to be killer but she'll put up a big fight. As she did, she didn't see the killer pull out a knife and lunged it under her right ribcage. She gasped in shock and froze in fear as she didn't know what just happened. She falls to her knees and her killer just laughs maliciously. They kick her to the ground completely and Sophia gasps for air, she didn't know she was even holding her breath.
Sophia pulls their hood down and gasps one last time before he lunges the knife into her heart. She knew her killer but it was too late before she could tell anyone.
