There was something allegedly following us; we just didn’t know what it was. Scout and I were just coming back from the Halloween pageant when she had forgotten her shoes and we had decided to get them tomorrow because when we had turned around to go back, the lights had turned off. We kept walking towards the house, but I couldn’t help but notice that there was a shuffling behind us so I knew it was neither Scout nor me. It’s probably Cecil again, I tried to tell myself but I knew in the back of my mind that it wasn’t. Scout started talking so I couldn’t hear the noise anymore. “Hush a minute, Scout,” I said trying to put emphasis in my voice.
She took my request literally and a minute later she was talking again, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” she asked.
“Thought I heard something,” I answered to her, knowing what I heard but not wanting to worry her. “Stop a minute,” I half asked, half commanded. As we stopped walking the sound behind us stopped almost in unison. This could be an inconvenience, I thought dryly to myself. Scout started to argue with me about me trying to scare her but I tried to ignore my annoyance and explained to her I was serious.
We realized the person following us could see scouts costume so we tried to change her into her dress but she reckon she couldn’t get it on in the dark. We kept walking; increasing our pace so that we would get home faster and not have to worry about our pursuer. As we walked faster I guess whoever was behind us realized they were getting further away and started in a run. I knew this person wasn’t Cecil so I consented to my careful assessment and screamed to Scout “RUN!” as loud as my voice would be. But she stumbled because of her costume and I saw some hands blocking out the glitter so I knew she was got. I ran back to help her, jumping on the man behind her. Flailing my arms and legs as hard as I could, I kicked and punch at whatever I felt, when his grip on me receded I ran back to scout and picked her up trying to get her to run but she was extremely hindered by the costume which made her move at a snails pace. As we half walked-ran my hand was grabbed by the unknown entity behind us and I was ripped away from my sister. The man had grabbed my arm and now held my in a lock I couldn’t escape. Not only that by he was twisting my arm so hard that I thought I my just fall off. I knew that I would have rather had my arms twisted a million times like that rather then have the pain that came from the sickening crack of my bone. I wondered absently why we were being persecuted but the thought was knocked out of my mind when my head was banged against a rock hard root of the old oak, everything went black.
