His Little Mischief

Maggie stared ahead of her in horror; was she losing her senses or did she just witness a man strangle his victim to death? His victim was a woman; she looked very well in her forties and had just stepped out of her car, headed into what Maggie felt was her apartment when a strange man showed up from the dark and strangled her to death.

Maggie was going home from a meeting with her fellow ex-drug and alcohol addicts, she had to turn up for this meeting three times every week. It used to be every day when she first quit taking cocaine, but she was getting used to staying away from it so she opted to go three times a week.

Maggie stood glued to the ground in shock while she watched the middle-aged woman drop to the floor, lifeless; the man who had killed her ensured that she was dead, and then he looked towards Maggie's direction all of a sudden; Maggie took to her heels.

'Hey, come back here' The murderer said, chasing Maggie frantically; that had to be the most memorable and adventurous night for Maggie. She had never been in such a situation as that before, and never in her did she think that she would be in that sort of dilemma. Maggie ran frantically through the neighborhood; luckily the incident happened close to her home, so the area was familiar, she could easily navigate her way around and get the murderer missing. At one point during the chase, she wanted to go home and bang the door for her family to come out and save her from the man, but on second thought, there was no way she was going to let a murderer know where she lived, so she ran passed home. Soon enough, the murderer lost sight of Maggie.

Maggie hid for as long as she was sure the man was not trailing her again, and then she slid back into the street and headed for home.

'You are later than usual; I hope it's not what I'm thinking' her dad said to her; he was the person to see her first because he was always stayed on one particular seat in the living room by that time of the day until he fell asleep;

'Why are you breathing so hard? you look sweaty and sick' her mom said when she showed up from the kitchen, cleaning her hands on a napkin.

'I told you there's no trusting her to completely quit; she's gone and had some with those good for nothing friends of hers' her dad said; Maggie shook her head and started up to her room: if only they knew what she had just witnessed, they'd shut the hell up, especially her dad. As soon as she was in her room, she shut the window.