One night, as I was walking home through a dark, deserted park, I heard the eerie sound of footsteps behind me. Trying to stay calm, I quickened my pace, but the footsteps seemed to grow louder and closer with each passing second. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and I felt a chilling presence right behind me. I spun around, heart pounding, but to my astonishment, there was no one there. Terrified, I ran the rest of the way home, constantly looking over my shoulder, haunted by the feeling that something unseen was watching me. That night, I barely slept, haunted by the ghostly footsteps that followed me in the darkness.