It was a dark, snowy evening. The ash clouds were covering the whole sky like a blanket stretched out.
'I know what I heard,' urged Samantha. 'I didn't imagine it!'
Samantha had had a feeling that someone had been following her through out when she was returning home from work. She kept on turning back to look who it was but the street was so busy that it was hard to tell. Her legs had started trembling half way through, and Samantha was sure that that wasn't because of the cold. She told her best friend Mandy about that, but Mandy convinced her that she was just tired and had imagined it.
Now that Samantha sat on her worn out but comfortable couch, she felt relieved. She decided to watch a bit of television. With the warm feeling she got from gulping down her hot chocolate, and the comedy show playing on the television, Samantha slowly drifted off to sleep. She had such a long day at work and if it wasn't for that she wouldn't have imagined weird things on her way back home.
BANG!
Samantha jumped up instantly, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. What was that? Had she imagined that too? It couldn't be. She had heard it...
BANG!
Samantha clutched hard at the edges of the olive green couch she had slept on, until her fingers turned blue.
BANG!
That's it, thought Samantha. She knew that she had to get up and see what had made the noises. Maybe it was nothing serious at all. She got up, finally, tiptoeing towards her sliding door. Samantha wished she could curl up on her sofa and just disappear at that moment. The hair on the back of her neck had stood up, and when she heard the noise again, she shivered.
What if it was a ghost, she thought. She would die if she saw one. Maybe she could call someone? But what if it was nothing? After taking deep breaths then she pulled the curtain away from the door.
It was dark by now, and standing right in the middle of her front yard was at all man who's face was hidden in the shadows. He smirked and then started limping towards the front door. Towards her. This was the most scared Samantha had ever been all her life, but pulling her phone out of her jeans pocket, she dialed 911.
'Brooklyn's Police Station, what would you like to report?'
'There is a stranger in my front yard and he has been following me! Please, help me!'
'Ma'am, calm down, we are sending someone. Give us your address, and please, can you describe the man?'
Samantha quickly gave her address, then stuttered, 'H-h-he is t-tall, has d-dark brown hair and I-I think he's l-limping.'
'Limping? Ma'am, does he have a golden tooth?'
Samantha remembered him grinning maliciously at her, and now that she thought of it, he did have one.
'Yes, yes!'
'I don't want to scare you, ma'am, but he fits the description of a serial killer, but don't worry, help is on the way!'
She hung up and prayed for the first time, to the God she never believed in. She looked at the man again, he was so close, and now that she noticed, he didn't have any footprints in the snow.
But how could that be? As realization hit Samantha like a slap on the face, she turned around in alarm. Yes, he was standing right behind her, in her living room. The sliding door was was only showing a reflection of the limping man. And as he walked towards her at a speed which was too fast for a man who was limping, she was trapped at one corner of her room.
