I decided not to risk it. This girl was obviously not in her right mind. Maybe she was drunk or high or mentally unstable. Either way, I wasn't about to become a statistic. Without answering I turned and sprinted my way back to my house, sparing a few glances over my shoulder. Nothing was chasing me, nor did I hear anything. I bolted into the house and slammed the door shut. After catching my breath I headed upstairs and laid down in my bed. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until my face hit the pillow.
The next day was like any other day, except when I passed the alleyway from the night before, no one was there and the trash had already been picked up by the garbage man. I never found out what happened to that girl but I do sometimes wonder how things could have gone differently...