Ayomide Ogundele

It was a dark, chilly spring evening and I was walking home from my aunts house when i felt the eary breeze in the air, my black and white van hitting the ground with each step I took was the only thing that could be heard, i kept walking down the long and empty block when i came across a black house with tall glass windows, there was a man staring into the street, i began to feel terrified because I was the only one out on the street at night, the scary man stepped into the light of his house and he had the familiar looking face of Sucre from prison break, the man kept walking until her reached his front door and in that moment I was terrified and decided to make a run for it, as the wind whooshing past me with how fast I ran, I could hear the man calling out for me to come back but i kept running, all that could be heard was the sound of heavy feet running across the concrete