One night I was walking home by myself and had to turn down a long dark street. It was dangerous for a young girl all dressed up to be walking through these parts alone; I just wanted to be home already. I had my hands in my pockets and head down, when a growing sense of urgency crept over me and I began to feel scared. It was only then I noticed that some old man had been following me.
He started running up behind me, with bare feet and ripped clothes. I started to walk quicker and I wanted to run but for some reason I was overcome by the fear. I quickly searched for my phone in my pockets to get ready to call for help or hit him with it, whatever came first, but I couldn’t find it… The man was so close now and when I glanced back he rushed up to me from behind; I squeezed my eyes shut, right before he told me that I had dropped my phone.