A Childhood Cancer Survivor Story
© 2016 Christine Mulvihill
I was walking home from a late night movie, and it was way past midnight. I was all alone, all my friends had gone home, they don’t care to roam, these streets at night. Tonight they were right, anyone would’ve ran out of fright, at the sight, of what I encountered that night.
It was really dark out, but the full moon shone bright, and my house was just 2 blocks to the right. Suddenly I heard a scream from the ally close by. I went to check it out, but when I got there, it was empty. As I looked around I realized there wasn’t a soul around in the entire town. I heard it again, a shrill cry from a woman in distress, I could see her clearly now, she was wearing a tight red dress. “What’s the matter miss, is there something wrong,” I asked, but it was too late she was already gone. I felt the cold wind blow, and it sent a chill down my spine, I looked at my watch, but it was stuck at a quarter past nine.
Then I heard footsteps behind me, and felt a firm tap on the shoulder. I whirled around, to see a tall scary man, dressed in black and brown. My heart stopped dead, and I looked into his eyes, and they were blood red. I didn’t dare say a word, and as the fog came out, my vision was blurred. He just looked at me as if I was supper, and I took a deep breath as if I’d never take another. His gaze stayed strong, but he didn’t keep silent for long. “Give me all your money,” he said sharply pulling his jacket over his nose, and zipping it closed, so his identity wouldn’t be exposed. I quickly checked my pockets, worried I’d only have a dollar or two, but it was worse as I checked my purse I realized that I left my wallet with my best friend Jenny, and I didn’t have a penny. “I’m sorry mister,” I said feeling my feet start to blister, “I ain’t got none.” He laughed coldly and said, “Oh yeah like I haven’t heard that one.”