It was a cold and chilly night when I was walking home from a party along a deserted road. There's this old church called the old Pink Church. There, people say that if you walk by it something will follow you. Well, I didn't exactly believe that story so I walked by. When all of a sudden, I felt someone staring at the back of my head and heard little foot steps walking along with mine. I was too scared to turn back and look who was there, but my gut told me to, so I did and saw no one. After walking a while, I heard a little humming coming from behind me. I didn't pay much attention to it and kept walking, but this time, a little faster. When all of a sudden, I heard the noise again. I picked up my pace a little more, faster when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I was scared and petrified that I ran all the way home. When I got home, I locked the doors and all the windows. I called for my mom to see if she was home and nobody answered. Just then I heard a loud pounding on the door. I then called out in a weak voice "Who is it?". Nobody answered, so I stayed where I was and after a while, ran up to my room and dashed into my covers.
After maybe about 10-15 minutes, I heard little foot steps walking around down stairs. I thought it was my mom so I got up and went to my door, but before I opened my door, I remembered that the front door never opened in the first place. Before I could get a chance to get back to my bed, the footsteps were outside my door and the door handle was turning. I could not move and all of a sudden, the door opened and there stood my pale looking mother in clothes that were either really bleached or just made that way. She said she has been calling my name but I didn't hear it. She told me to come with her and I said I wanted to get to bed early and she said all right.
When I felt that something fishy was going on, because my mother never wore white, I crept down the stairs to where I thought I heard her. But I found no one in the house with me or no trace of anyone being there. Later on that night, I told my mother and she said she has not been home since she left that morning. From then on I believed the story of being followed when you walk past the church.