It

Worried I ran out the door. Where was it. I couldn't keep on going--, but I had to. Was it still behind me, I don't know? Quickly I turned around to see if it was still chasing me, but I turned to quickly to see it. Then I heard the footsteps coming closer, so I run like an animal. Then I turned to a corner. It was pitch black, but I didn't care. I needed to get as far away from it. Suddenly my beautiful, brown leg stopped working. I fell to the ground with my camera, hard. When I looked up it was there...