A shiver
On a cold fall night as the leaves were falling from the trees, a young man walks down a dark town street. A cold breeze blows past his face. He lets out a shiver and says " brrr its cold". Keeping him self warm he pulls his jacket tighter. Turning down a street that he has never seen before. It sends chills down his spine, walking into the darkness. Away from the light and into the cold dark street. The lights casting shadows on his back as he enters. He is met with a scare. A lump formed in his throat trying to force down a breath of cold air. His heart beat skipping He never heard the footsteps behind him as the shadowy figure made no sound just starring from the edge of darkness. As if to follow him with out ever moving his body. The young man turned and started to walk away slowly gaining in speed. The sound of his jacket swishing in the night air echoing with increase in speed. Heavy breathing shows his hot breath in the cold frosty night. The young man looking back over his shoulder as he quickly walks away from the shadowy figure, He was was still only a few feet away, just sitting on the edge of darkness. The figure could not be described, its as if a shadow leapt from the ground, stood up mocking its maker dancing in the shadows of the moon light. The young man turned to a fast sprint. He didn't look back. Keeping his eyes ahead at the end of the road ready to turn, running until he couldn't, he grabs at his chest as if it were on fire, his legs stiffing and half frozen in pain. His chest burned with a stinging pain, as if the air had been sucked from his body. He looked back, hunched over to see the shadowy figure was gone. His breathe slowly returned, as he stood up. Catching his breath he turned to walk down the next block, a sigh of relief as he looks up at the street lights on that road leading him home danced on the smooth black top. As he turned back one last time to set him self at ease and take one last breath be for he started home. The shadowy figure was there. The young man tried to scream as he saw the shadowy figures face. It was as if starring into a mirror and all his nightmares were starring back at him. by Mic Leger |
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