How To Write A Gothic Story

It was a beautiful day, the sun beaming bright. Her footsteps sounded off the walls of the alley. Uproar of cars and angry drivers in the distance.The pounding of footsteps against the pavement somehow carrying a hurried sort of nervousness, but she didn’t know why she was so disturbed. It was barely the afternoon. Her parents were on a trip, out of town, and won't be back for another week, and she considered herself lucky. Still, something today was making her skin crawl. She got the chills and picked up the pace, thankful that her apartment is just down the alley to the right.
The mouth of the alley opened up just a few more steps away, and she hurried her pace to a jog, feeling just a little silly. After all she is in Chicago, which is