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  They are still with the noisy crowd of people who just came from work as they cross at the traffic light. As they enter Valhalla Park the crowd starts to thin out as people turn off to their houses. When she and her mommy arrive at the edge of the field which they must cross to reach her daddy’s house, they are alone.

  The shadows deepen and seems to come alive as a wind starts to cry like a lost soul all around them. She holds the Barbie doll closer to her chest.

  The treacherous township lies all around them with its lighted houses and drunk people and screaming children and blaring music. The field is like a totally different world. A world of gloomy silence. It is supposed to be a sports field, but nobody takes care of it. The grass is long and thick bushes have sprung up all over. Here and there are still open patches where the children play in the afternoons. Little footpaths criss-cross in the green of the grass, because it is a general thoroughfare for the public.

  People have been murdered and raped on this field. Many believe that those spirits and anger and hate are still inhabiting this field and makes itself known in the darkness of the night.

  There is no alternative, though. They will have to cross the field to get to her daddy’s house. They have always crossed it during the day and this will be the first time they cross it at night.

  Page hold tightly onto her mother’s hand as they step out of the pool of light into the shadows of the field. For a while it is only the dull sounds of their footsteps as they walk over the soft grass.

  Then she starts hearing it. At first it is very faint and then it becomes louder. She gives a quick look backwards but sees nothing.

  “Mommy, somebody is following us.” She says when she sees her mommy doesn’t react.

  “No, baby, nobody is following us. We are quite alone.”

  But she still hears the footsteps as it comes behind them through the long grass like a demon stalking its prey. There is the clear sounds of her and her mommy’s footsteps and then the booming sounds of the unseen person behind them. She hears it clearly. And the footsteps are getting closer.

  “Mommy, I hear footsteps. Someone is behind us.” She is too scared to look behind her now and she pulls on her mommy’s hand.

  “No, baby. You are imagining things. There is no-one here.” Her mommy stops. “Look for yourself, baby. There is no one behind us.”

  Page clutches the Barbie doll desperately now.

  She cautiously turns around drawing courage from the closeness of her mother. There is only the blackness of the field and the far off street lights in the distance. The dark field is all around them and even if they run she don’t think they will reach safety before those footsteps catch up with them. The welcoming street lights look so far away with her and her mommy standing in a sea of dull darkness. A darkness that she don’t like at all. A darkness that folds over her like a cold and cruel hand.

  The footsteps are gone now, but she is still unsure as they start walking again. The wind makes the leaves rustle.

  As they start walking through soft sand she can’t hear her own footsteps anymore. The field becomes even darker with thick bushes next to the footpath like evil trolls ready to jump on them. She is so scared now that if it wasn’t for the strength of her mommy next to her she would have run into the night screaming at the top of her voice. There is nothing except for the soft voice of the wind as it moves through the branches of the thick bushes.

  Then she hears it again. Much closer now. The strange thing is that the footsteps seems to be gaining on them, then it disappears for a while and then it follows them again.

  “Mommy, I hear it again. There IS someone following us. He is coming from behind. He is hiding in the bushes.” She talks in a scared whisper as she pulls on her mommy’s dress to emphasise the urgency of the matter. “We must run, mommy...we must run.” She looks carefully behind them to see if she can’t see who is behind them. There is nothing but darkness. She can’t even see the streetlights anymore. It is only pitch blackness and the spooky wind. She can’t even see her mommy anymore. The only connection between them is her mommy’s reassuring hand over her own.

  She holds tightly onto the Barbie doll.

  “No, baby. You are imagining things. I would have known if there was someone behind us.”

  “I’m scared, Mommy. How far until we reach daddy’s house?”

  “You know what I do when I’m scared, baby?” Her mommy says as she stops and squats down to look at her.

  Why are they stopping? They must run. They must try to reach the house as quickly as possible. The footsteps are coming...

  “When I’m scared I sing a hymn. A song will chase all scariness away.” Her mommy gets up and as they start walking again, they sing: Nearer My God to Thee.

  She feels how her mommy increases the pace as they sing louder and the bushes get thicker and the darkness folds around them like an evil hand. With her own voice making music in her ears the footsteps that follows them are washed out. The scariness eases off and her heartbeat returns to normal.

  But then she feels the hair on the back of her neck rising. It is behind her. Something or someone is right behind her. She hears her mother singing louder.

  There is a movement in the bushes in front of them. Why is it so dark? Why can’t she see the lights of the township? The field is not that big.

  The footsteps are filling her head now overwhelming even the words of her hymn. She feels the hand coming out of the darkness to grab her and just as she prepares to scream the loudest scream that she ever screamed in her life...

  ...she sees the streetlights in front of her. The darkness of the field curls away like a bad dream. People are walking about and children play noisily under the streetlights. She sees that all the outside lights are on at her daddy’s house.

  As she and her mommy walks in by the gate, Rex, her daddy’s Rottweiler, is very glad to see them and he jumps up and down. Her father hears him and comes out. He hugs her and her mommy.

  “And how is my big girl?” He asks as he twirls her around. “Come see what I bought you.”

  She is very excited when she sees the big electric dollhouse he bought her. It look just like a real house with all lights and appliance working and a roof that can be removed. Perfect for all her dolls.

  As she starts to play with her new toy, her mommy and daddy talk in the kitchen:

  “From now on you must come fetch us with the car.”

  “Why? I thought you said the monthly train ride is an adventure for you and Page.”

  “Someone suddenly started following us when we were half way across the field. I saw him for a fleeting moment when I looked around. Page also heard him and was very scared. I had to stay calm to keep her calm.”

  “Why didn’t you run?”

  “What I saw made it clear to me that running was not going to help. And in any case how could I run while I had Page with me?”

  “What did you see?”

  “A huge man...with his head in his one hand and a big axe in the other…”

  About the Author

  Andre Beerwinkel was born and bred on the Cape Flats in South Africa. With the Cape Flats being one of the most exciting places on the planet he has written thousands of short stories as well as two complete novels about the area. When he is not behind his computer typing out a new story, he is probably out on his bike or busy building wooden furniture in the garage… Check him out at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AndreBW

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