Today was a long day of work and I was walking home like I do every other night. The sunset was so beautiful with all the different colors, it was like the trees in Fall how each one was yellow or red or orange. It almost seemed like heaven. The moon started to rise and I was almost home. Suddenly, I started to hear someone or somethings footsteps. They seemed faint in the distance, but soon started getting bigger and heavier. At that point I started to panic and started to run.
While I was running, I looked back and there was nothing or no one there. I thought to myself "Maybe my minds just playing tricks on me. I mean I didn't get a lot of sleep last night" I was very tired and just wanted to get back home. I looked back once again just to make sure. Nothing, not one thing, was there on the road.
I was starting to feel more anxious the more I though about it. About that thing that was chasing me. "Maybe I am just going crazy", I thought. Only a few more blocks and I will be home. I felt like someone was watching me... I started to hear the footsteps again, just like last time very tiny then big and louder almost like bombs in the distance. I found myself running almost in a sprint. I looked back, nothing was there and then once I turned my head, my jaw dropped. All I can see is a very tall man with hands the size of boulders and feet the size of tables. He grabbed me and then jabbed me with something sharp and all I felt after that is numb and my vision starts to leave my body at that point I knew It was my time.