Creating terror in a short text

The woman, who strolled across the dark misty street, had hairs on her back standing up. The cries of the poor, weary children from each road seemed to temp her pale, red ears. The owls ‘hooted’ in the distance. Carefully placing her feet quietly placing her feet not trying to bring unwanted attention. Suddenly, in the distance there was a ‘thump’ a rather loud one, but there was nothing to be seen. Turning around, she felt a presence and a breath going down her neck. ‘Over here’ screeched a little voice in the direction of the alleyway. Forgetting about the presence she walked. She stops, swallows her pride and walks away. ‘Come back’ Margaret reached the voice from the same mysterious alleyway ‘How does it know my name’ thought Margaret. Then her mind flashed the voice was similar as her niece, in fact the same. Sprinting towards the alleyway, distraught thinking about the dreadful things which happened to her as a child.