An old woman walked down the street, it was late at night. She had been out to the grocery store for some celery. Unfortunately they were out so she was returning home empty-handed.
It was unusually dark that night, clouds had rolled in blocking out the moon, and a storm was coming. She continued down the street, still quite a ways from her home. The street was empty, save for an animal that may wonder by.
As she walked, using her cane to support herself, she thought she heard steps behind her. Slowly turning around, she found that no one was behind her. Continuing on her way home, the stepping noises picked-up again, even with her bad hearing they where very obvious to her. Turning around again, more quickly, she still found nothing behind or around her. She quickened her pace as much as her old legs would let her, hoping to get home quickly.
She turned down the next street, only 3 blocks to go. Still hearing the steps, she just continued walking, trying to ignore them. Perhaps they were only her imagination. About a half way down the street, a bush rustled next to her, frightening her half to death. Thinking someone had been stalking her, she raised her cane in defense but only a small cat jumped out. She sighed in relief. She looked down at the cat that looked back at her. It was a mostly brown, though calico cat. She reached down to pet it, the cat complied by lovingly rubbing against her hand.
Though she tried to leave the cat, it followed her down the second street. After a few minutes, she began to hear the steps, stepping quicker this time as she sped-up a little more. Aside from the steps she heard and the sounds of the night, the cat that had been following her had been meowing, but about a third of the way down the street, she suddenly noticed that it had stopped. She turned around to find that it was no longer behind her. Unsure of it’s where-abouts, she walked even faster, only one more street to go…
As she turned down the last street, she distinctly heard the steps behind her move quicker. Almost to a run, though her old body could no longer allow her to run, she was about half way down the street, only a few houses remained between her and her house. Suddenly she heard a crash and quickly spun around, a trashcan that had been on the curb had fallen, some of its contents in the street.
In full panic, she walked up the path to her door, still hearing the steps. She quickly unlocked her door got inside and locked it behind her. She stopped and put her ear to the door but could hear the footsteps anymore.
She sat worryingly in her bed all night until morning…