It’s past nightfall and Charlie hasn’t come home yet and I start to panic. I called Jeremy’s house phone to ask if he was still there but Mrs. Wallace said “I’m sorry dear, he left half an hour ago.”

I take a flashlight from my moms night stand and put on my rain boots and start trudging through the rain, taking the route he takes to Jeremy’s house.

By now it’s almost pitch black out and I hear wind whistling through the trees and wolves howling in the distance. As I’m walking I start to thinking the worst and I think to myself “ I should have went and got him and not let him come back on his own. He is too young to have walked back by himself”.

As this comes in to my mind I walk by the old Crawly place and I freeze in my tracks when I see the night stalker sitting on a rocking chair on the porch with a devilish smile plastered on his face.

I bolt for my life hoping that I was just seeing things. In Greyson as a kid I was always told that The Night stalker was not real and it was only an old wives tale but my childish mind alway believed it but now I don’t know who or what in this town I can trust. In the back of my mind I am holding on to my last shred of hope and praying that Charlie is at home tucked in bed and as far away from this horrific creature.