NARRATIVE WRITING

I was now ready to depart after the party, exiting my Cousin’s house. It was a Halloween party.
It was a lot of fun; to be honest, the party seemed to be quite good. As I came out of the house the
thundering of the clouds made me feel scared. The night was dark, gloomy, dusky.

As I was walking towards home, I came across a guy who was dressed up in a scary custom. He
started following me and just came Infront me moreover he smiled and disappeared. All the park
lights were off and there was nobody else around. Again, I heard another sound of footsteps. They
became louder and louder which gave me the idea of someone coming closer. I stopped. I looked
back. I saw no one. I heard nothing. there. There was a shadow lurking behind a car. At first glance
I thought it was a cat then I looked again, and I thought it was far too big to be a cat. A shiver of
fear ran up my spine. I thought that it could be a mugger or even a murderer! Wherever I went I
could still hear the footsteps. I began to walk faster to get away from the noise of the footsteps.
The only thing that could be seen as the moon, it was shining brightly. I was taking a lot of different
routes just to get away “from the thing”, but wherever I went I couldn’t escape it. The moment I
realized that it was about to hold me I started running and I was screaming for help but it was
midnight and I was all alone. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I kept looking around making sure
nothing was there. Every time I heard something my heartbeat increased. Many thoughts were
emerging in my mind that what if I was being pranked by my friends as they knew that I was
scared of these kinds of things and this was the only thing that kept me calm. Suddenly someone
whispered in my ears my name and I at that moment fainted.

When I opened my eyes, I was laying in my bed while my mom told me that I was shivering with
a high fever. All my friends were at my place and they were sorry for what they did. They were
the ones who planned everything, and the scariest thing was that I might have died at that moment.
My mother was also worried about what had happened that night. It took me so long to understand
the whole situation and to live a peaceful life again.