My day started off as usual. I got up and went to school, and walked home as I normally do.

At the time, I didn't notice I was being followed.

And that didn't turn out too great for me.

As I neared my house, it slowly dawned on me that a man wearing a red hoodie was following me , covering his face with his hood. Realizing this, I decided not to go to my house.

That was my first mistake.

The second mistake came only minutes later.

When the guy got bolder so as to walk only a few feet behind me, I panicked and broke into a run.

I heard his heavy footfalls as he took to pursuing after me.

And this is when I made mistake number three.

I turned and ran straight into the woods on the side of the street.

I had myself cornered. I suppose that I deserved to die after making a stupid decision like that. Even so, at the time I was scared out of my mind, and smart thinking was the last thing on my mind.

And before long he caught up to me, a wicked sharp knife in hand.