One time I was walking home from school and there was this little girl sitting on the side of the road. She looked about six or seven years old and she was crying. I was only like, a block from my house. I stopped and said, "Are you okay?" Her head was buried in her arms and she looked up at me. Her face was very pale, it was almost white, and her eyes were sunk into her head. She was thin and frail looking.

"He's coming!" she whispered and she kept repeating it over and over and over again until I said, "Who's coming?" and she yelled "Him!" and pointed over my shoulder. I looked behind me and there wasn't anyone there! When I turned back around, the little girl was just walking away and when I called to her, she didn't answer me. I watched her until she disappeared into this house that had been for sale for like, three months, and the owners had already moved out. She came to the the window in the front of the house and looked at me for like, thirty seconds, and then walked away.