Walking with a stranger

One day, I was walking in the woods and all of a sudden I heard a noise coming from behind me, but I kept going. Then something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. It was a stranger wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, black gloves, long black pants and black shoes and its face was dark. It grabbed my hand, and I’m thinking, "Who is this stranger holding my hand and walking with me." So I asked, "Who are you?"  It didn’t answer me so I asked it another question, "What do you want?" The stranger had a piece of paper in its right hand and I’m thinking, "What is it doing with a piece of paper?" The stranger gave me the piece of paper and it read, "You." Then I asked, "Why do you want me?" The stranger had another piece of paper. The stranger gave it to me and the paper read, "Because I need you," I was in fear and I didn’t know what the stranger meant. I asked it again, "Why?"  The stranger gave me another piece of paper and I’m thinking, "Who is this creep?" I read it and it said, "Because I can help you." I asked another question. "How can you help me and with what?" Then again it handed me another piece of paper and it read, "I can help you be happy again." Then I asked the stranger one last question. "are you me?" The stranger gave me another piece of paper and it read, "Yes."     By  Claire R. Steger  01/14/09