I walked along the beach, barefoot next to the shore. It was chilly at night, and the water was even cooler. My feet sunk into the wet sand, shells washing up with the waves.
I heard footsteps behind me. It was almost midnight. I started walking faster, to avoid any potential danger.
The noise of shoes crunching on the sand got closer to me, and I picked up the pace again.
But whoever it was wasn't going to take no for an answer. "What do you-" I started, turning to face the mystery person.
"I- I think you dropped this." Mystery Person was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans. I could only tell from the voice that he was a guy.
"Thanks," I mumbled, taking whatever it was from his hand.
"No problem," he whispered. And with that he turned and left. I continued walking, going about my business. But when I turned, he was no longer there.
Now, I should tell you that we were right up behind a building, with no way to get out as quick as he did for about 80 feet either way from where we stood.
But it was midnight, and I was tired, so I thought nothing of it. I kept walking until I got to the big white house on the other end of the beach- my house.
I ran around to the back and, as quietly as possible, opened up the door. But I wasn't quiet enough.
