If Only I Knew If His Name Was Simon

Night is falling.
I'm walking on the sidewalk downtown. The more time goes by, the more the streets are deserted. Soon it was just me and my rapidly growing shadow.
I like walking at night, when all you hear are crickets and the wind blowing through the trees. The feeling that you are the only person on earth lifts you up.
I decide to take the long way home. My house seems unwelcoming, and I know no one will be there anyway. Me being the only living with a single mother who worked three jobs to help me...and her nicotine addiction.
I hear footsteps behind me. They sound rushed. Scared, I pick up my pace.
I'd seen scary movies like this in which a stranger would sneak up behind the girl and kidnap her, some even ending up in death.
I decide no to turn around, not to show my pale face that seems to reek of fear.
All of a sudden there is a tremendous gust of air, the kind you find in winter Chicago, not the summer in southern New York.
I attempt to cover my face and relieve the dark brown hair whipping my neck and shoulders.
There is a tap on my shoulder.
I pivot around so quickly that I almost topple over, but am stunned to find no one behind me. Not even the owner of the strange footsteps.
Holding my breath I turn around once again, and scream.
There is a man's face three inches away from my nose.
He has blond hair, so blond it appears almost white. It matches well with is ashy skin, that seen of a corpse lying in its casket. Most frightening of all are his eyes, red to the point of setting ablaze.
"Boo!" he whispers, his smile daunting two pointed canines.
I want to curl into a fetal position and dissappear. I long for my bed, to just hide under the covers, close my eyes, and then everything will just get better on its own.
I don't say anything back to him.
"Sorry to scare you there, I noticed you left your bag at that cafe a little bit ago and I've been trying to get it back to you but you walk pretty briskly there," he chides, handing me the purse back.
"So you mean...wow I feel idiotic...I thought you were a vampire," I say, turning my head slightly to push the tangles of wind-swept hair aside.
But when I look back, he's gone.