Salem Wolfby Howard PyleIt was a cold winter evening in Salem and my casual stroll through the snow banks was usually a delightful time; however, today was anything but usual. The evening clouds were beginning to turn darker and I had only a few short minutes before darkness ended my pleasant travels. I was not far from the desolate town, but the cold wind seemed to be slowing me down. Suddenly, I heard a loud shrieking howl, then another one followed, but in a slightly different tone. As I looked up, I could not believe what was standing in my way! The hair on my body was standing tall as my body hunched over, completely petrified. I was incapable of running away and I knew from this moment on, my life was about to change, or worse, end horrifically. His dark eyes were glued to my soul and I could see that he was growing more courageous by the second. Soon he would be making a desperate attempt to kill me. In order to save my life, I tried to convince myself that if I just ran, he would not follow me. Everyone always says that they are just as afraid of me as I am of them. I had to do something, who knew who else would be lurking around the snow banks just ahead. As I finally grew enough courage to move my muscles in my legs, my feet, one after the other, hit the snow so quickly, I was leaving a fluffy snow trail behind me. I didn’t dare look behind me to see if he followed, as it was too dark anymore to see anyhow. It was such a relief to have made it to safety and unharmed. Unable to think of anything else, I began praying that tomorrow’s travels wouldn’t include seeing those threatening two-legged things that I encountered with this evening.