I stood and looked at it. The footprint didn't look like mine. I felt like I'd seen a ghost. I listened very carefully and looked around me, but there was nobody there. So I went up the hill and looked around, and I walked up and down the beach and looked around, but I couldn't see anybody. Still I was very afraid. I walked home very slowly, stopping every two or three seconds to listen. I was so scared I thought the trees and the bushes were men and ran from them. Every noise made my fear greater.