My back was turned and I looked over my shoulder to see a tall monster standing over me. It was maybe 8 feet tall. It was dark, I could barley see anything. All that I saw was a dark figure right behind me, breathing down my neck with it's terrifying breath. It sent shivers shooting down my spine. I was drowning in my own fear.
It was happening every night now. When I would get off from work to walk home, it would follow me. At first, I was terrified but I grew to know this fear and expect it. There would be days that it wouldn't follow me. I wouldn't be around at all and that's when it would scare me the most. The anticipation would control my fear. I would hope for it to come and follow me so I wouldn't stay up waiting for it to appear.
I never told anyone. I knew they wouldn't believe me and they would lock me up in a cell trapped with my own thoughts. I was all alone thinking what is happening. I try to remember when this had started, to try and investigate how to stop this madness. But that's all that this was. A madness, a sickness. Infecting my plain life. Scarring the psychological parts of my brain. I would question myself every night, every single night. Questions that could never be answered. Asking myself questions only made matters worse.
I would sit in silence thinking over and over. Too many thoughts took over. Was I cursed? Was this some kind of spirit? Would it eventually hurt me? Am I the only one to see this? Can I get rid of it somehow? Will this continue forever? What is this shadow, this figure? Am I going mad? Am I becoming insane? Why me? All these thoughts and more but not a single answer.
One night, I closed up the shop as usual and started to walk in the direction of my home. I saw something off into the distant. Something or someone? I walked closer and closer. This figure didn't seem to be moving. The closer I got, the clearer the figure got. It was a person, a man. He was standing incredibly still, almost as if he was made of stone. His head was tilted slightly. Nothing was said.
The closer I got, the more frightened I was. He was standing still, too still. Infact, the whole night seemed too still. There was no sounds of cars or people. I couldn't even hear the wind swishing my hair past my ears. There was not a sound to be heard and this man was standing at least 5 feet ahead of me now. I got a good look at him as I walked past. His eyes were dazed. He seemed trapped. As if he had no soul.
After I passed him, I walked slightly quicker as if it was an instinct. I hurried my way towards my apartment. I was becoming overwhelmed with fears. I also had notice the tall dark shadow that had followed me almost every night before was not around. This all was making me frantic. I was scared and I hoped to see someone, anyone outside. But there was not a single person on the streets.
I got to my apartments and rushed to unlock the door. I was struggling to get the key into the keyhole. I glanced over my shoulder just as I opened the door and saw a large group of people standing across the street. The street lights were lighting up the area where they stood. There were about 20 people standing still with the same dazed look in their eyes as the man I had saw earlier. I gasped loudly and backed into my house.
