Week 34 Is a Glass of Water by Rhys

“Oh my god, is he gone?” I asked. “No, keep on running!” my friend replied.  I stole a glass of water as I was thristy. It looked just like a glass of water but it wasn’t. There was an evil spirit in it and when I drank it, I found myself being chased. I saw a bus approaching but I had no money to buy a ticket. I stole money to get the bus to escape but he still found me. I ran into a shop and hid. The shopkeeper told me to get out. I saw him but suddenly everything was black..