He looked back. David never liked walking home in the dark, although he would never admit it to any of his friends. The path home from Ben's house was only 5 minutes but he still walked slightly faster than comfortable to reduce his time on the streets. He continued through the park, weaving between the playground structures. He looked back. Did he see someone there, standing in the trees? No. Jumping the hanging chain he continued down the sidewalk. He looked back. His heart fluttered. There WAS a person there, at the edge of the park, looking at him. No, not looking - staring. David picked up the pace and turned the corner, crossing the road simultaneously. He looked back. The man was there, sliding silently closer behind him. David turned down an alleyway that took him through to the next street. He looked back. The man was walking faster. David began walking faster. He looked back. The man broke into a run. David began running. He looked back. The man was running but came to a sudden halt. David saw the knife he was carrying drop to the ground. The man turned and fled. David was confused.
He looked forward.
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Short Horror Stories
Historia CortaA compilation of truly terrifying tales. Not taking credit for all of them. Happy Nightmares.
