*ੈ✩‧₊˚Reminder. These are MADE UP. Told from a narrator's perspective.*ੈ✩‧₊˚

On a clear-ish stormy night, an elderly woman had decided to take a walk. It was near when it was fully black for night out. The sun was beginning to set, and Mabel Harlow had slipped on her slippers. 

She still had her normal clothing on, instead of pajamas, and she started walking towards the door of her bedroom. Twisting the knob of the door, she slowly walked through the hall and into the lobby. It was filled with two flights of stairs on the either side. She stopped to stare at paintings her children had made before they passed. 

She kept on walking towards the door, grabbing her keys and her raincoat. According to the weather station, it was supposed to storm at about seven pm that night. 

After twisting the knob handle and exiting the building, she turned to lock the other side of the door as she closed the white painted-wooden door behind her. 

Slowly making her way to the mailbox, she checked the box for any new mail. Nothing. She turned the sidewalk's corridor, watching as cars passed by. Every few moments, different cars slowed down and looked at Mabel, who was slowly making her down the sidewalk. 

Soon, the road went silent. No cars passed by, and as a taxi passed by, she raised her hand for the yellow car to stop. 

Once the yellow car had stopped, the elderly woman hopped into the taxi and told the driver to go to the nearest "Stop" sign. According to the driver, the driver said the woman was going to have a heart-attack if she walked back home from there.

Instead, Mabel shook her head and laughed. 

Once the taxi driver had stopped driving and stopped at the first "Stop" sign, she exited the car and turned around. She dipped her head and started slowly walking back to her house. 

Mabel kept hearing sounds here and then, but that was because she was in the wild. Or was it?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Find out more in Part Two, Coming up Soon. *ੈ✩‧₊˚