The Dream
While I was on my walk back to my home I couldn’t help but think about my mom and what she has to go through taking care of my dad. It will be two months since he found out he had an untreatable disease and the doctor only gave him four months to live. They were married for nearly forty years, to think that this day would be coming around the corner like this. I shook off my worry when I heard an extra pair of footsteps behind me “now that I think of it .. I have been hearing these extra footsteps for about four blocks now” I thought to myself. I took a left onto the street across from mine to make sure it is a coincidence that they are walking the same direction as me. I made the turn quickly and another left into the backyard of mister Johnson’s house “thank goodness he is out of town for a few days for his daughter's wedding” I thought as I sighed in relief. I heard the footsteps past the house in a state of panic, I peeked around the corner to see if they were far enough down the street to make a run for it *gasp* he was laying on the ground in a puddle of blood with his head bashed in “I did not hear anything how could this man be dead?” I thought suspiciously. *rustle* *rustle* my heart skipped a few beats as I held my breath and slowly took some steps back away from the bushes. *oof* I look up *gasp* *scream* “NO! Please NO!” I panic as I see the killer standing over me with a knife in their hand a different murder weapon than what was used on the dead guy.
