There it was again, he turned around, yet nothing. He knows the sound we all know the sound here, where it comes from and who it takes we do not. Yet there it was again like a hum behind him. He jolts back yet nothing, running now it grows louder. The street light flickers the a loud sound it shattered they all did, as rocks hit them. "Come here. " There it is again. He locks the door, and slumps down half afraid half lulled to sleep. Then the light turns on up stairs, there's a shadow, but not a human shadow it's longer, slender, it hands almost touch the ground. Gnarled fingers creep out then disapear, he looks up the light is off. Was it a dream? Could this all be a dream, no! it was all to real. There it was again, but this time vicious grabbing the throat, scream he thought yet nothing came out. His thoat closed he clawed at the floor trying to hold on.
Then silence, there it was again.
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Mystery / Thrillerwe all know it, there it goes, fleeting running hiding. yet there it is again the soft hum short story follows a man being haunted
