Personal Narrative

My brother and I continued to sprint through the dark, damp streets. Puddles splashed under our feet making eerie echoes. We passed closed shops and empty parking lots. It seemed like I wouldn’t even have nightmares as creepy as what I was walking through. It was darker than usual. A unearthly feeling was in the air. No one was around, which was normal because it was almost midnight, but it felt different. “Maybe I’m just in a bad mood,” I whispered to myself. School had proved to be a tragedy yet again. I just couldn’t get my mind off Ella. I didn’t even like going near the woods ever since… “Come on, we’re going to be late!” my brother interrupted. I had no idea those would be the last words my brother ever said.
The church bells started