A HEAVY FOG HUNG OVER THE HILLSIDE, THE EARLY MORNING AIR MOIST AND COLD. Sariel found himself, once again, driving to the school. The terror of the drive had begun to wear off, and he supposed it was for the better. He couldn't spend his life petrified of a certain road.
As he progressed down the road, another fear began to crawl into his mind. He checked his rearview mirror, trying to settle his paranoia. Despite the air conditioning running at full blast, he was sweating, fear grasping his spine with a burning hand.
Why couldn't he shake the feeling that something was following him?
It was absurd. Sariel lived in the middle of nowhere. Nothing could be following him, he reminded himself. It was all in his head. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel.
There's nothing to worry ab-
Sariel screamed curses as a dark shape ran at his car, frantically jerking the steering wheel in the opposite direction. His car hit gravel as he slipped off the road, coming to a stop in a ditch.
He rested his forehead against the wheel, struggling to catch his breath. What was that? He brought his eyes to the mirror, seeing the figure once again. It was shapeless, but something about it was familiar. Shocked, he reeled his head around, searching his surroundings.
Nothing was there.
The sweat froze on his neck as he desperately trying to validate what he had seen. All he got was an view picture of the road, devoid of any monstrous figure.
I'm seeing stuff again, Sariel thought, despondent. Of course. Why would I think there was really something following me?
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World Eater
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