Jake’s legs pumped as he followed the path around the lake.
This wasn’t the first time he found himself on the path so late, but it was the first time he was running. The sound of growls and heavy footsteps behind him. In all his years visiting his aunt, he’d never thought of the stories of the Midnight Raider as anything more than just that, stories.
His only hope was to make it back to his aunt’s. As the path turned and he reached the edge of her yard, something grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. He never screamed.