It was a dark and thunderous night when returning home from my girlfriend's house in Westville. Most of the way had clearly lit streets, until I got to the junction of Buttercup Lane and Meadow Street. I had a choice of taking a short cut through my local park, or walking around it, which would add a further mile to my journey. It was getting late, so I decided to take the short cut.
The park was always dark with little or no illumination, except for the light given from the moon and the stars. But that night was unusually different, the sky swirled with grey and charcoal clouds, and the wind blew through the trees with such vigour, that their branches appeared to cradle and whisper to each other.
As I walked through the park, I looked at the border near the small pond where plenty of pretty pansies had been planted, they where delightfully simmering in the wind like miniature ballerinas.
Continuing on, I noticed a slight glowing object in the sky above; at that time, I thought nothing of it, thinking it was one of the brighter stars shining through. Nevertheless, it continued to catch my eye as I walked.
Suddenly, the small glowing object got bigger and brighter, not only that, it was heading in my direction! I started to get an uneasy feeling and decided to walk a little faster in the hope of getting out of the park, before it came any closer.
Unfortunately, the object was moving too fast, and before long, I saw it fall to the ground, two hundred meters ahead of me. I got so frightened; my blood seemed to drain from my entire body. I stood perfectly still, like some cold, bronze statue.
Nervously and warily, I pondered whether...