Why you don't go out after dark
"Can you get some milk? I need it for this recipe I found in ModernMoms." My sister begged me. She was always cooking stuff up. I nodded and shifted myself from my spot in my chair and took some money from my purse.
"What do you want? Whole or 2%?"
"Don't care. Whatever's on sale." She said.
"Alright. I'll be right back." After all, the store was just two blocks away. I got to the store, took the milk from the store fridge, and went to the cash register.
"Evening." I mumbled, placing the milk on the counter.
BEEP, went the machine as the barcode was scanned.
"That'll be four dollars and ten cents."
I felt in my pocket for the change.
It took me a moment to realize that I had forgotten the money. Drat.
"I'm sorry, I forgot my wallet. Never mind." I stepped away, feeling embarrassed. How humiliating. I mean, everyone does something like this every once in a while, right? I left the store in a hurry.
I turned back towards the general direction of the house in the hopes that I could get there in time to grab my wallet before the store closed. But someone stepped into my way.
My heart beat faster and faster. This was not good. I couldn't see who it was.
A face hidden by shadow stood there, a hand held in a pocket, were the only features I could discern of this stranger.
"Can I help you?" I asked, carefully. I had no idea who this was.
The hooded stranger didn't say anything.
I tried to step aside. The stranger got in my way.
"Look, who are you?" I asked, backing up under one of the streetlights. The light blinded me. "What do you want?"
The stranger didn't say anything.
I glanced around, horrified to realize that this was a really quiet street. I hadn't noticed it before. I had left my phone on the coffee table.
I stared at the stranger, unable to breath. He, (I assumed it was a guy.), stepped closer.
My nerves crackled. I took a breath. And dashed past him towards the house.
His hands snapped out and caught me in the arm. I struggled hard, punching, screaming, and kicking until I broke free.
I ran back to the house and slammed the door, shaking as I slid down the door until I was puddle on the ground.
"Amy?!" My sister called. "Amy, are you alright?" She stepped into the hallway.
I glanced down at myself. Blood covered me.
Trembling with fear, I pulled back my sleeve. My arm had been torn to shreds. I heard my sister scream before I slowly slid into welcome unconsciousness.
That's why I don't go out after dark.