Ella walked out of the front door with her backpack on, walking to her bus stop. She had to walk in the alley way to get there because it was the fastest way and she was too lazy to go the actual direction. She felt as if someone was watching her and stopped for a second, taking a deep breath before continuing on.
She brushed off the paranoia creeping into her brain.
But right when Ella stepped foot out onto the alleyway, a figure appeared at the end of it.
She slowed down slightly, scared of what was to happen next, and suddenly she regretted watching those horror movies on Netflix and binging late into the night, and -to put it short-, she was obsessed with paranormal activity. But this, this was not funny. She tightened her grip onto the straps of the bag, her knuckles turning a deadly white.
As Ella neared the end, the figure started walking towards her. She could see his glowing, bright red eyes as he neared, which she found enticing and felt a strange eerie connection to.
She looked away.
'It's probably someone just walking around. But who would have red eyes like that?' she thought.
When they finally met halfway, her skin was prickling with anxious nerves and she had a ghastly expression on her face as she tried to keep her eyes away from his, failing miserably.
She was going to walk around him but he stepped right in front of her.
Ella had walked right through him. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck and she grew unreasonably cold. She shivered, deciding she had finally gone crazy and was hallucinating from all of those psycho movies.
She turned around to look back at him, but he was gone. But yet, for some reason, she had this feeling someone was still watching her carefully like she was the prey and they were the predator.
She was still oversuspicious, thinking his hot breath was fanning against her neck, but she brushed it off as best as she could.
Those bright, glowing red eyes were tormenting her, and she was sure it would be on her mind twenty-four-seven like the plague.
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Nightmares (Editing)
Short Story"Ella froze hearing her step-dad's bedroom door open, and a pang of fear hit her heart, her stomach aching with anxious nerves."
