I Am Running

I am running. Not just running, full on sprinting. Leaping through the air as if I am chasing my own body, not wanting it to leave my sight for fear that it will be forever separated from my soul. My best friend is beside me. Pure adrenaline is the only thing keeping my chubby, 12 year old body in perfect time with hers. Moments before we had been in her bedroom, watching MTV and dancing along with Madonna. It was a dull thud we heard at first. Initially we ignore it, figuring her older sister was in her bedroom across the hall. Then it happens again. Thud! Sarah stuck her head outside the door and into the dark hallway.
“Cindy! Knock it off!”
No reply. We look at each other. Sarah bounds out of the room and across the hall in what seemed like one giant step and flung open Cindy’s door. Thud! Sarah flips around to look at me across the hall in her bedroom. The darkness of the hallway separates us.
“What is that noise?” I ask my voice quiet as if someone may hear me.
Sarah just looks at me. She had been trying to convince me for a year now that her house was haunted. I had always laughed her off but the look in her eyes revealed anything but amusement. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye something slides down the wall in the hallway and lands with loud crash. Shards of glass are everywhere. I look at Sarah still standing across the hall. She looks at me and suddenly our bodies are one. We simultaneously run for the front door through the dark silent house. Something is chasing us. Something in the darkness that made those noises and wants to tease us, play with us a little before it pounces on us. Sarah flings open the front door and we are on the pavement in seconds. Now we run, side by side towards her cousin’s house, through the darkness that surrounds us. I am vaguely aware that there is something chasing us. It is malicious and evil of that I’m sure. Moments ago I was laughing and singing. Now I am running and I am scared.