My heart was racing. Sweat dripped off my nose. I used my arm to wipe it off. It was rather dark considering it was a winter’s day at 5 o’clock in the afternoon and the gloomy fog wasn’t helping to lighten it up.
A raindrop hit my head and began dripping down my face and onto my neck. I guess the weather forecast was correct. The forecast said the storm would hit around 5:15 pm. As predicted, the rain became heavier, making it hard to see where I was going. However that wasn’t a problem because I knew the woods like the back of my hand. My mom had called earlier and said she was going to stay with her sister for the night. So, because my dad always worked late into the night, I was going to be alone for the evening. My parents and I moved to this area when I was young. My father received a job offer from the factory in town. Due to my parents work commitments, and the fact that I have no brothers or sisters, I had to find something to do. Eventually when I got old enough, I began to journey into the woods. By the age of 14, I had built a fort in one of the trees and would spend most of my time either up there or wandering through the forest.
Hearing a rustling sound coming from the shrubs in front of me, I quickly stopped walking. I noticed something odd something odd, something very odd: A bright green eye and what seemed like orange hair. Puzzled and afraid I thought to myself that it was just a fox. Even though it appeared to be stuck in the bush, I couldn’t work up enough courage to go and look at it. After this incident, I turned and started jogging back towards my house. The image of the eye and the hair stuck in my mind as I made my way back. The rain started to pick up and it started to get really dark, so I couldn’t see or hear if anything was following me.
Opening the front door to my house, I was welcomed by the warmth of the fire, which was roaring and glistening in the dark. Once I got into the house, I closed the door and made sure...