The Man in the Black Cloak

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:19

It was an arid August evening in a small town in upstate Vermont. My Mother and Father had a business meeting at 6:00 pm and I was alone with my younger sister Allie. I heard a knock at the door and in the doorway was a man, about 6'3, with a scruffy beard and long blonde hair. He was dressed in an all black suit with a white collared shirt underneath. They left a few minutes later and It was dark by then. Outside a calm breeze blew across Lake Champlain and I felt goosebumps on my neck all the way down my spine. I called Allie who was reading a book, downstairs. I asked her if she felt bit scared, she replied with a slight nod of the head. We soon were on the couch looking out the window. I heard the phone ring upstairs. I swiftly tip-toed up the stairs. I picked up the phone. "Turn Around", a voice whispered. I felt a chill run down my spine, like when you get snow down your jacket. I slowly turned to see a man in a black cloak in the doorway with a sack. I froze. So many thoughts scrambled around in my brain. He came towards me. I ran and slid under his legs. I soon picked up Allie and scurried out the door. "Come to the well" yelled a familiar voice.