She looks back over her shoulder. It's night, and she is alone on the road. Her step is fast. She tries walking with hard steps.
Maybe someone who follows her might think to hear male steps.
The trees and bushes throw long shadows and sometimes, she can hear the bushes rustle.
It's cold and humid, and she freezes a little in her thin jacket.
She comes from a meeting with her friends, having prepared the wedding of her best friend.
She was late at the bus station, and she didn't get a cab.
Therefore she decided to walk home on foot because it's not far to her house.
But now, she isn't sure if walking was such a good idea.
There is just the light coming from a small lamppost.
That light doesn't brighten the street.
It is quite spooky.
Suddenly, she thinks her heart stands still.
The bells of the church tower start beating. It's midnight.
The bells sound 12 times.
While counting the bells, she doesn't notice the shadow next to her. It's a second shadow next to her own. Now, she sees it and stops.
The shadow disappears, always when she stops walking. But if she continues walking, the shadow comes back. It follows her with the same speed as she walks.
It is very spooky.
She walks and stops. She does it again and again. When she stops walking, the shadow also stops walking. When she starts walking, the shadow also walks.
The shadow follows her, silently.
Some steps to her house, she starts running without to care about what the shadow does. Finally, she reaches her house, opens the front door, locks it behind her as fast as she can.
She is sure that nobody or nothing came into the house with her. She can feel her heartbeat until her neck, her hands are humid and the knees weak.
She turns on the light and notices again two shadows while she undresses her jacket.
Suddenly, she starts laughing because the second shadow shows itself. It is her scarf. When she left the meeting, she had forgotten that she had put it in the sleeve of your jacket. While walking the half of the scarf must have been slipped out of the sleeve.
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thanks for your comment Elen .... sometimes fear dissolves in air
Hello Rose, your story kept my interest till the end. It is dangerous for a woman to be alone into the night. It happened to me sometimes and I have to admit that I had the feeling that someone is following me. But it was just my idea because of my fear.
You gave a funny and reassuring end to your story.
Nice writing and thanks for sharing!
Dear Risty Aven, I think all of us have had such a frightening experience ... at least the most of us. And after we had to see the simple reason we had to laugh about ourselves. Our mind is always extremely tense in spooky situations and we imagine things which don't exist...
Miss Rose, this is frightening and laughable at the same time, long time ago it happens to me as well, and I can’t help to laugh at myself, the term “heartbeat until her neck” was really a die for experience, gosh! Because I’m very weird, maybe I will punch the scarf over and over, until it satisfies my extreme emotion and eventually calms down..haha!
Thanks for your advice Mishaikh.
Interesting. Please proof-read before posting. Try to break your story in to at least two paragraphs.
Good read.
Interesting!