Isaiah

As I turned my head to continue catching up to Chris, I caught sight of something pass under the first streetlight.

An almighty shock went through me as my fears were confirmed.

I let out a cry and picked up the pace once more, sprinting between the lights.

The image was burned into my mind.

I hardly caught a glimpse of the thing, but it was white and massive.

It almost brushed the streetlight as it went under it.

It had a long, upright body full of kinks, like it had just unfolded itself.

That's all I was able to tell.

It must have had a face and limbs, but I didn't have time to see.

I didn't look again.

The path gave way to more lights, and soon I could see the glow of windows and some houses on either side of the road.

I recognized where we were, close to my house by some miracle.

A little further and we would be there.

My house!

I yelled, and Chris listened, turning left onto a side street and dashing down.

To panic on my side, I reached the turn and looked down the road to see Chris jumping the fence into my garden.

Hurry up!

I heard him scream.

Reaching the fence, I planted my hands on top, hoisting myself over and shredding my elbows in the process.

My ankle stung as I thudded into the garden and sprinted towards the kitchen door.