This hike was my longest one yet. Six miles of the trails near my town, a few hours of walking, jogging, sprinting, resting, and sightseeing. I kept walking. It was a summer evening, cool breeze, 7:30, and I knew it was going to get dark soon. Mom and dad were still at work so at least I could  I finished the hike and I was on the way home, thinking about the local YMCA track and field tryouts tomorrow. I pull out the crumpled piece of paper in my pocket that read:

ALISA T., FEMALE - RUNNING TRYOUT 7/3/18
MILE TIME MINIMUM REQUIREMENT - 7:30 MINUTES

I sigh. The best I've gotten on a mile was nine minutes, but I'm hoping that the adrenaline from this opportunity will fuel me to surpass that time tomorrow.

I tried my best to try to stay on the trail but I kept finding myself lost and I'd turn around to try to find the trail again. I was walking briskly and eventually found the river. I sighed in relief - the river leads back to my neighborhood. I followed the trail near it for about five minutes, and then I heard it.

Snap.

I looked behind me to make sure that no one and nothing was following me. I saw nothing. Turning around, I hear it again - but closer. I quickly turn around and see nothing. I do a "360" to make sure I am all alone, and that I am safe. Nothing anywhere around me. I look down to make sure I didn't step on something. There was nothing but the dirt trail.

I continue walking and I'm now in my neighborhood, and I walk slower to home, now knowing that I'm safe. I'm walking on the road, checking Facebook.

I hear footsteps. Near me.

I turn around again but this time, I see something.

Two feet. On the road. Alone. No body. No legs. No anything. Just feet.

I look at them in fear. How are they just there? I just looked behind me and nothing was there, so how did these feet appear? Is this some sort of joke? The feet must've been fake.

Then, I see them walking. Towards ME.

Now, you may wonder "Why did you run? What are they going to do?" Well, if you saw a pair of feet in the woods when it's getting dark walking around with no legs, wouldn't you be scared, too?

I quickly bolt for my house and look back every so often, and I see them running after me! I look down the road again, and see my house. Almost there. I look behind me again, and now the feet are even closer! I now sprint as fast as I can, with my eyes to my house. I run onto my driveway and run to my front door and slam it shut. I fall and sit by the door, exhausted. I pull out my phone to call the police, but my phone is dead.

Tap.

Something hit my door. I immediately stand up and look at the door. I listen again, and hear nothing. I tip toe to my window near the front door and peek out.

BANG.

I fall back in shock. One of the feet were against my window, sole pressing on where my face was. It started tapping its dirty toes against the glass.

Ding-Dong.

The other foot must've rang the doorbell. I stay aware of what else they might try to do to get inside. I hear the doorknob rattling. I yelp and lock the door, which I forgot to do when I ran in.

I see the foot on the window jump down and I couldn't see it anymore. Then, I hear the feet walking up the side of my house. It was quiet for a moment, then I hear them in the fireplace. They must've gotten in from the roof! I run to the fireplace to make sure they aren't inside, but they are. They were on my living room floor.

I see them turn their soles towards me and shake back and forth, like they're waving. This was so weird, but it was so sexy at the same time. I slowly raise my hand to wave back, but one of them started to walk towards me. Not knowing what to do, I run upstairs and shut and locked my bedroom door, and sat against it to make sure they wouldn't get in. 

Silence. Then I hear them walking up the stairs and hear them tapping on my door. I tremble in fear, not knowing what to do.

Then I feel one of them touch my ASS. I scream and jump up from the door, looking to see if they got in. I only saw one of them with its toes under the door, which is why I guess I felt it. I hear them walk away, and it was silent again. I hear footsteps downstairs for a while, then I hear one of them come back upstairs and it started trying to turn the door knob, but it was locked.

Clang!

I turn around and see my air vent open up and one of the feet hop out of the vent from my wall. It was now on the floor, in my room. I stay still as a statue and hope it doesn't do anything.

Bad move. It walks over to the door, jumps on the doorknob, and opens it, letting the other foot in. I still remain frozen.

They both turn themselves towards me, and just stand on my floor. It was like this for about twenty seconds, then they walked over to me. They felt my feet and ankles, rubbing against them, and poking them with their toes. I still didn't move.

They jumped up and lunged onto my ass. I get startled but still do not move, I just close my eyes and whimper. They feel around for a bit, massaging each ass cheek and pressing on them. I want to scream out loud, but this was erotic.

I turn my head very slowly behind me and look at them, making sure they don't notice me moving. I notice that they are dirty, probably from walking outside on the blacktop. I keep my head turned towards them, and wait to see if they would leave.

Both of the feet turns their dirty sole towards me and jump on my face.

Now, I try to scream, but one of the feet has covered my mouth, and the other foot was covering my eyes. Trying to pull them off was useless. It was like the force of someone standing on my face. Groping in the air for a while, I find a hard cover book and start whacking the feet on my face.

They fall off, and when I could finally see, I throw the book at them and they run under my bed. I catch my breath and grab a flashlight that was in my drawer.

From a distance, I point the light under the bed to see the feet trembling in the corner. Seeing this made me realize that they are scared of me. A part of me was glad that now I can easily capture them and rid myself of them, but a part of me wanted to learn about them and befriend them. After all, I do have a "thing" for feet.

I pause and have a reality check. How would I care for a pair of feet? What if mom and dad found out about them? Would I tell anyone about them? How are they alive? How are they just... feet?

Am I in a dream? I pinch myself and count my fingers, and everything checks out. I'm in reality. Regardless, I would want them to be safe.

I try speaking to them.

"Hey, uh, can you hear me?" I ask them.

They stop shaking and turn their toes towards me.

"Do you understand me?"

They lift their sole from the floor and put it back down repeatedly as if nodding.

"Can you see me?" I ask.

Another nod.

I don't know if I'm going crazy, but the last time I checked, feet couldn't hear or see. I knew that these were no ordinary feet, though.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Nodding.

"Can you come out from under there?"

They shake their toes left and right, meaning a "no."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

They reluctantly take baby steps towards me, until they were eventually right in front of me. I sit against my wall and motion for them to come over. They hop up in my lap and wiggle their toes.

I examine them. Two stumps of smooth skin on where the leg should be attached, look to be female feet, smooth dirty soles, red trimmed toenails, and are as warm as anyone's body.

"Do you want me to clean you guys?" I ask them, examining the dirt on them.

The right one nods "yes" and the left one shakes "no."

"Hm," I say to myself, "so you both aren't exactly twins."

I carry both of them into the bathroom and think about these feet. I have a foot fetish, would these feet even understand what that is? Or would I use them for my own pleasures? I kept thinking about all the possibilities that could happen with these new pets that I have.

I put the right foot in the bathtub, and put the left one onto the sink counter. I turn on the bathtub water and let it fill up about halfway, and then start scrubbing the dirt off of the right foot. The left foot was by the door, I assume probably trying to get out of the bathroom. The right foot was splashing happily in the water when I was scrubbing.

"All right, you're done." I say, putting her on a towel.

I turn my back and the left foot was nowhere to be found. I notice that the door had to have been shut this whole time or I would hear it open. I knew she had to be in the bathroom somewhere.

I look over to the right foot.

"Where's your sister?" I ask.

She turned her toes around like she was looking. I glance around the bathroom only to see the left foot hiding under a shirt on the floor. I smile and lift up the shirt.

"Come on, your turn!" I say, picking her up.

She jumped out of my hands and squirmed under the sink cabinets. I grab blindly under the sink trying to grab her until she stomps on my fingers and I yell in pain. I pull my hand out from under there and I see my fingers turning red.

"Okay," I say, "so someone's not taking a shower tonight."

The left foot hops out from under the sink and rubs against the door. I open it and they both walk out and enter my room. I follow them, sit on my bed and observe them. Things were definitely gonna be different from now on...