The crowd began to count down the last five seconds until the new year would approach and commence. But within those 5 short seconds, i did not know that something odd would happen.

As they began, a gust of strong wind swirled past my left ear and my name was heard in a ghostly fashion. I turned instantly to face the whisperer and immediately i recognized the owner of the gray voice. Who else could it be but Timothy? I didn’t smile and i didn’t look too angry either. He walked forward and cupped my hand in his and brought t to his lips for an old- fashion welcoming kiss. I pulled back almost instantly and looked disapproving at him. He smiled mischievously and refused to free my hand.
“Three!”, the crowd went on. And within that still second, I saw an evil look that lurked in the emerald green of his eyes. His smiled widened to show two teeth that stood out than the rest. Two sharp teeth that changed his whole image. I didn’t change my stare, nor my position. There seemed no point in trying to run from him in a crowd and that was this big, plus, his grip tightened as he pulled me closer to him and put his hand behind my neck as if pulling me towards his face.
I backed away as much as i could and finally, when i was far enough, used my loose hand to grip his throat and push him to the floor. Surprisingly, it worked and i was now perfectly free to run. Only problem, where to run to?

“ONE!”, the crowd continued to chant.
I saw him get up and reach out for me, but i pulled back fast enough to ignore the grasp. Finally, i saw a path where to exit. I was now near the rear of the crowd, so i just had to push through a few people and i was now facing a street with families outside celebrating the almost- new year. I ran as fast as i could and reached home safely, but during the night, banging and loud laughter could be heard right outside my window.
Throughout that night, i didn’t fall asleep as all i could think about was the next day and if i could be able to leave my house without being bombarded.