The empty street lay before her. Liz found herself surrounded by tall and menacing buildings. The only source of light were dim and flickering lampposts. The road was still wet from the sudden rain. She could smell the wet pavement, and she hated it. She was angry at herself for missing the last bus home. However, she could not help but to smile. She could finally show her mother how brave and independent she was, and Liz always loved a good personal challenge.
From behind her, she heard the faint sound of footsteps. She thought she was imagining things, but the footsteps only got louder. Swiftly, she turned her head around to see who it was, but in the empty street, there was only silence. It was getting darker, and she was far from home.
The footsteps seemingly got louder, faster, closer. They echoed through the empty street, and suddenly the sound of footsteps seemed to have multiplied. The lampost closest to her flickered. She ran, faster and farther than she had ever ran. She took a left turn, another, then a right turn. She soon found herself in a foreign street. She was lost.
And she wished she had agreed when her father offered to pick her up and drive her home.