Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25388936-20140905183804

This one is very mediocre and stuff, I'm not the best writer, but, here it is

When I started the second year of senior school, everyday I would take the bus to and from school. The day was like any other day, I know that sounds cheesy but it was, I was taking the bus home when I seen at the stop, an old man just standing there, not moving just looking at me, I thought this was pretty creepy but i thought, hey, mabye he's looking at someone behind me, I went home, and went to school the next day and when I got the bus, he was there again, he came on the bus this time, he sat at the back, i thought he might just have dementia or something and forgot where he was yesterday or something like that. I went home and went on with my day, the day after I got the bus he came on again and he sat closer this time, about 3 seats behind me, I got this strange chill down my spine though, when I got off the bus this time I walked faster than I normally would, mainly because my friend was online that day, he lived abroad, but also because i wanted to get as far away as I could, i was scared to go to school, i didn't want to go near him, but my father knew i wasn't sick and sent me to school, i tried to get on the earlier but I missed it, I was terrified, I would have walked but I knew I could never find my way home, I usually just phase out when I'm on the bus, I get on the bus, I think, oh mabye he won't get on the bus this time, but I was wrong, he got on the bus and sat next to me, I was paralyzed with fear, he leaned close to me and whispered, so you're the one who got away, he then said, this is my stop, sorry I can't talk more, ibolted home, faster than I knew I could, I ran upstairs, cloed my windows, locked my door and got under my covers and hid the rest of the day, my dad called me to come down to dinner, but I said, I'm feeling sick, I never seen him after that day. After a few days I decided to search the one that got away on google, it was mostly just failed bands and horrible pop songs, but after a while I found something, a news article, Daniel Dawson the one that got away, I looked at it, frozen in fear, I read on though, after 4 years the search for the child kidnapper John Hurst is over, he was found shouting in a back alley for one of his victims, Daniel, come out where ever you are, I just want to play, when he was found he was tackled and arrested, the words he said before he was put in jail were, looks like one got away, I'm going to have to find him won't I? The victim had banged his head on a wall and had amnesia, I went to the police and I told them what had happened, they put me and my father in witness protection. I feel that i'm safe enough for me to write this now. I now live in a nice place in Canada, but as I write this I feel a sense of dread for some reason, John Hurst is now in prison, but I can't shake the feeling of being watched, oh well, it's just my imagination. I hope. 