There’s an urban trail that runs along the front of my house. You go one way and it’ll lead you to shops. You go the other way and the world disappears for a distance. I don’t use that trail when I’m alone. There are so many places someone or something could hide and wait. I’m not one of those women who thinks there’s a rapist around every dark corner. But the reality is, that part of the trail is so isolated that something very bad could happen very quickly. Mom and I were walking Maxhole the dog down this part of the trail. It was completely empty and we were going to walk the whole thing. We had the path to ourselves until I saw a dark shape further down. It was so far away that all I could see what that it shifted its weight slightly. That lizard part of my brain woke up and told me to turn around. So we did. It was probably one of the old Russian guys who live in the apartment complex across the road. But the way it barely moved…it was like a zombie movie: you know you’re looking at something that might be human but it moves so…wrong that you know it’s something scary. I wasn’t about to go further down the path to see what it was.