One dark November night, while unloading the car at my beach cabin, I heard footsteps on the gravel road. Turning toward the sound, I scanned the area, but no one was there. The footsteps were getting closer.
"Mommy, do you need help?" my young daughter called from the cabin door.
The footsteps were almost upon me.
Turning toward her I whispered, "Do you hear anything?"
She tilted her head. The footsteps were now circling me as I stood posed with grocery bags in my arms.
"Run mom!" she screamed.
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