It was a cold and a dark night. Even the stars were hidden between the clouds.
He was walking fast. He had this long winter coat he was wearing. It was chilly.
The only sound were of his footsteps and the rubbing of his coat with his legs.
The road was empty. Some of the streetlights were off. He was anxious to reach somewhere.
He glanced back to see if anyone were following him. To his relief he saw no one. But he felt some presence. He saw a gate to his right. He started to walk faster. He was almost running now. He pushed the gate open. The gate was rusted. It made a creaking sound. In the dead night this sound was deafening to his ears. He now walked towards this house. He had to reach there fast. Suddenly he stopped. To his right there was a bush. He thought he saw a movement in the bush. He stopped dead right there. His legs were suddenly heavy.
He felt as if he could not move. Suddenly from the bush a cat jumped out and crossed his path. He was relieved.
'Only a cat' he thought.
He moved quickly towards the house.
He went to the door. Opened the door. Closed it in one quick movement. And went for the lights. The tube flickered and lit. He let out a sigh of relief.
And said loudly, 'Never again i am goin to a watch a late night horror movie!!!!'.