Cherry Alley and the Killer

Date: 4/21/2016

I was walking along an eerily silent path lined with glowing cherry trees. Their roots grasped into mounds of dirt and spilled over the stone walls. The sky was pitch black and I could only see a few steps ahead of me. At the end of the dirt path was a typical suburban house with Christmas lights strung about the roof. An unfamiliar group of friends were laughing and celebrating a birthday inside. They invited me to join them, handing me a cup of water. After a b-day song, a boy blew out the birthday cake candle. Suddenly, all of the lights went out. People screamed and pushed me around and I could hear someone gagging. The piercing sound of shattering glass made me jump. When the lights flickered back on, I saw glimpses of people rushing to hide in closets and running upstairs. A person dressed in black stood by the door, pointing a kitchen knife at me. I was overcome with a cold sweat, and began running away, through many halls, then outside. Finally, I became mentally tired from trying to escape from his pursuit. There was a well in the backyard. Without looking back, I leapt feet first into the dark well and never came back out.