Written By: Emily Russell
April 15, 2015
He came toward me on the street late at night. He moved in an interesting fashion, some where between a limping dog and a big cat on the prowl. His head hung low and his hunches moving up and down with every step he took. I couldnt much make out his face because we were not in a well light part of town, but as he passed underneath each street light i would catch a glimpse. Closer and closer he came, moving towrd me in a predatory fashion. it was like he was a hungry bird of prey, and i a juicy morsel of a mouse. He begins to close in and I can't move for I am paralyzed with fear.