the grandfather effect

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I steal a glance behind me. The dark shadowy figure is still there, half a block behind me. My pace speeds up once more in a desprate attempt to get away.

Only two more blocks, only two more blocks, sliently chant to myself. My white lab coat billows behind me in the wind and my heals make a clicking sound on the concrete.

This time without pausing I look behind me. The figure is still there, this time all thet flashes through my mind is that they're wearing a white coat too.

A homeless old man steps out in front of me "why on earth are you stalking her" he said poking me in the chest.

"Who, what, no I wasnt", the words fly out of my mouth. The old man quickly sushes me and points to a young woman half a block ahead of me, a white lab coat just like mine billows behind her as she steals a glance back when she sees me a look of fear masks her face and she quickens her pace to vanish behind a corner.

What the, I thought that just happned to me. I steal another glance behind me, the dark shadowy figure is still there. My pace quickens once more in a desprate attempt to excape this horrible twisted confusing night.

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