Children's Fiction
When Lizzy threw her ball, it flew up and up, over the fence at the end of Hanna’s yard.
“Ha!” Lizzy said. “I bet you can’t throw yours that far.”
“Oh yes I can,” said Hanna. She took a deep breath and threw as hard as she could.
That's when he saw it. A shadow behind a car parked on the other side of the street. It disappeared, only to reappear through the window of the car ahead. The sight of it made him whimper, the sound catching in his throat as he took off again, running.
This time he didn't stop until he reached the walkway to his house. Home, he thought. Home safe. But with his next step his foot landed on an icy patch. His arms rose instinctively, whirling, struggling for balance. It did no good. The ground below him vanished, and he fell. Pain, red as a fireball, exploded behind his eyes. He yelped.
Behind him, the voice said, "Gotcha now."
