Plagued by a head cold, I was up late, tossing and turning, wishing for a visit from the Sand Man, when I heard a sound foreign to the night. I sat up and listened. It was well after two, and yet there was no mistaking the slapping sound of a woman's high heels as she walked down the street in front of our home.
This was strange enough, but then her footsteps began to pick up pace until she was running in those high heels. Slap, slap, slap, faster and faster until they turned the corner and out of my earshot.
I didn't hear footsteps chasing her, and she didn't scream, so I assumed she was okay, but I had to wonder what had caused her to run? I have my own theory, but I'd love to hear yours.