Footsteps

Running on the pavement never looking back, terrified. I had been running for what seems like hours. It all started when trick or treating with my friends having a great time. It got late and before we knew it it was 11:00 and pitch black, not a soul to be seen. "We should head back to the house", my friend said. Agreeing with her we started to walk back a little scared but not too bad. She lived on a street where not many people ever trick or treated so at this point it was just us. Halfway to the house we started to hear footsteps increasingly getting louder behind us. Turning around we saw what looked like a man in a black trenchcoat standing a good 50 meters away so we quickened our pace, so did the man. He was getting closer now while we just got more and more nervous starting to break into a jog. The footsteps behind us were getting heavier seeming relentless like a train getting closer to the station, louder and louder. Sprinting, not looking back, not looking at each other just straight ahead. The man was gaining. Her house was getting closer and closer only about 10 houses away now but with us completely in a full on sprint and terrified we were wondering if we would even make it that far. He was right on top of us now and laughing this creepy laugh that sent shivers down my spine. I thought it was over. That he would win the race and we would lose, like a predator and prey. I fell hitting my head on the stone hard pavement completely blacking out. That was the last thing I remember.