Walk Alone At Night Essay

I sat there and stared out the window of the library where I tend to remain until late at night. I am a first year college student trying to manage the weight of being a student-athlete. The library was the quiet place where I could go and mend my thoughts after a tough day. I’ve never seen many other students late at night when I’m on my walk home. Most people tell me to not walk alone at night for the fear of bad people in the neighborhood. I didn’t pay attention to what others had said, because I was not afraid of what was out there. I was not from this place though. I retreat to a small, quiet town, where the birds sing, and the whistling of wind is heard from afar. I had played lacrosse in high school. I was team captain, and selected

My first day started out normal. I even went to the library and scurried across campus on my way home. I finally got some sleep that night, actually it was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a fort night. On my second day going back to classes I saw him, but this time it seemed like he wasn’t looking at me. So I ran. Back to my dorm. I didn’t turn back until my door was latched tight and the door was locked. I sat there waiting for him. I sat for hour and hours. The day turned to night, but I was still waiting. At this time both hands were pointed straight up. Moments later a shadow appear underneath the little crack in the door. The creature seemed to just be standing there looking. I could feel his presence, and even though he might be outside the door his eyes were inside the room. He started to jiggle the door handle. At first it was a light jiggle, but soon turned mad. He started beating on the door. My chest started to beat frantically. As I looked around the room I couldn’t figure out what I was going to do after the monster got in. I looked out the window and quickly realized that I lived on the fourth floor and I would die or have severe injuries to my body. The pounding on the door didn’t stop, and I could see the door hinges start to tear from the wood. Then all of a sudden the door flew open, and I made the rational decision to leap from the window. I aimed for the bushes about a body length from the building, but only my upper half landed on it. I looked down and noticed my ankle all twisted, and sharp pain raced through my veins. I glanced up at the window to see the creatures face. He just stood there as like he was mocking me. I tried to crawl away as far as I could go on a bum ankle. I found a good bush to lay in for the