Sara lives near an old farm.

A rusty gate stands at the end of her street.

She walks past it every day.

One evening, the sky turns dark early.

Sara hurries home.

She hears a creak.

It’s the gate.

She stops and looks.

A shadow moves behind it.

"Who’s there?"

she calls.

No one answers.

The shadow is tall and thin.

Sara steps closer.

Her breath feels tight.

"Is it a person?"

she wonders.

The wind blows, but the shadow stays.

She runs home, her heart racing.