I look to my right. There’s a presence looming, though I don’t see a soul around. I keep walking, breath frantic as my pace quickens. I lace my fingers around each key. Just in case. My knuckles are turning white as I grip the car keys between my finger and thumb. I yearn for the safety of locked doors and a speedy escape. Soon, I see my tiny bug brightly reflecting the light from the single lamppost in the abandoned lot....