Somebody's chasing me. I don't know who, but I can hear their thundering footsteps behind me. It all started out like any normal day. I was leaning against a tree sketching my dog, a German Shepard named Rufus, who was gnawing on a stick at my side when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I turn to see a figure watching me from a near by bush. Uncomfortable I rise and snap my fingers for Rufus to follow, and begin to walk home. Twenty steps in I turn and the person is following me! I pick up the pace into a jog, the stranger picks up the pace too. My jog turns into a sprint, with the stranger following. The stitch in my side becomes unbearable and I know I have to stop. I begin looking around for a spot to hide, when Rufus lets out
