We've all been there in a part of our lives where we fear something or someone, sometimes these things don't actually exists but we claim to have saw it or feel the presence of it.
it all happens when I'm walking back home at late night, I know it would be crazy to walk alone at night, but i don't have a choice that i have to finish my homework at the school library.
I'm almost in the front of the street sign, i feel someone was behind me, i was too afraid to turn around to look back so i just walked as fast as i can.
my heart just stopped beating for a second, i knew i was further away now so i look behind me.
there was a man in a black robe, standing under a street light holding what looks like to be a crowbar
I rush at full speed hoping to outrun the creepy man, but as i turn around.
It was behind me, i just woke up in my bed.
my mom was right beside me and asks. "what's wrong sweetie?"
and i told her about the man i saw last night and she asks me if i was hurt, i said no but i couldn't forgot how scared i was .
