The Noise

Behind her the noise escalated... Anne had no idea what was following her on her long midnight walk home from work. She worked at the local "watering hole" serving rowdy loggers in a small lumber town up north. Anne lived in a small apartment whit her only daughter Isabella who was turning 7 in a couple of weeks. Anne's husband was “killed” almost 3 months ago in a logging "accident"; she didn't believe it was an accident... it was Anne’s belief that her husband was simply left in the forest since the body was never found. Lately she had been having trouble lately paying the bills and putting food on the table. She heard the noise again it sounded like shoes slapping the aged concrete. With a quick glance over her shoulder she saw a dark figure standing under the streetlight directly behind her, moving leisurely towards where she stood. Without due hesitation she started to run to her apartment building witch was only a block ahead of her, she heard the footsteps making a fast approach. All 0f the sudden Anne felt a familiar hand grip her shoulder, shocked she spun around to find her husbands dirty face staring back at her…