The sky grew darker, I peered out of my window counting the cars driving past. That was when I saw the eerie shadow running through the misty woods, dodging trees. I knew something wasn’t right. Could it be the lost girl on the noticeboard just outside the park gates? Surely it couldn’t be, could it? The next day I thought about the shadowy figure running through the woods, I tried to think of a logical explanation as to what the dark shadow was. The following night it showed itself again leaping from a gnarled branch of an old oak tree.