Dear Journal,
Another lonely yet peaceful stroll through the complex after midnight with my pen and notebook. The people along with their cars are resting peacefully just like always. The leaves crumple in the swaying trees around me. Looking around, typical night...just how I like it. Journal, I saw someone far behind me. I figured he was going inside but he remained centered in the parking lot...just like me. It looks just like the shadow of a large man. Why am I regretting leaving my phone at home? No biggie. It isn't as if I own the night. Haha! I just passed my apartment but this is such a lovely night.
I will walk around once more. Journal, regret is growing regarding my phone as I see the same shadow-man walking in the distance. He looks like he is walking faster. He is nearing my apartment. That's ok. I don't want to run there and have him knowing where I live. I'll pick up the pace. I am probably being paranoid.... right? I could cut through the buildings but then the lighting is terrible there. I'll stay in the open and light where I can have more places to run to. Journal...he too is picking up the pace. I want to run but I am too heavy to even make it far. Oh! I just turned and he is gone. Good. Phew. Ok, one more time around and that'll be that. I am too much of a coward. This is the last time I walk alone after midnight. Oh my...He's back. Worst he stole my idea of cutting through the buildings. I literally just walked by him. His shadow stood out even in the darkness. Big or not, I am moving faster. He is moving faster too. I can feel him closer but I am too scared to turn. Writing this in case this is it for me. He is closer! I can feel his breath. I can't be scared. I will stop and turn and
That was all she wrote
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Sinister Short Stories
TerrorA collection of Horror short stories and poetry. I will dive into your fears. I tackle every horror subgenre so there is something for everybody. I just may connect a few of the stories. You never know what will happen.
