KAUHU

Carrie

As the street lights flickered, the eyes scanned the street. They searched for her, as she approached its grin grew wide...
She descended down the isolated street. The wind blew cold on her face, making every single hair on her neck stand on its end. It created much more of an eerie feeling then she already thought that night was. She pulled her hood back over her head, fighting against the wind, as it was pulling her back with all its strength. She told her ground and continued to push through, trekking down the flat concrete path. The harsh wind bit at her face, almost as if it were trying to rip her skin, making her wince at the claw marks on her numb cheeks. She thought she heard a laugh, a male laugh, no more of a chuckle than a laugh, she thought.
She spun around, losing her balance slightly as the devilish wind grew strong, no one was there. She shook her head, convincing herself it was all in her head, convincing herself that she was just spooking herself out. Then she froze. Her whole body taken over by pure terror. She felt as cold as ice, the face of the poster trapped her. It's hypnotising eyes made her paralysed, her feet glued to the floor. She couldn't move.

Carrie, aged 24, drilled to the floor, pure fright pouring out of her eyes, she couldn't fight the madness in the posters eyes. However, Carries managed a single blink, and with all of their decreasing strength, shoe slowly fought against the suffocating wind, and the hypnotic stare of the poster. She turned round. Even though Carrie had told herself, there was nothing to be afraid of, she still couldn't help but fail to calm her nerves and keep 5e hair on her body lay flat.

Carrie, aged 24, walking home; down the isolated street, a pair of red eyes watching her every move.