I stepped down my lonley, dark driveway. My footsteps echoing behind me. The street was sparse, there was nobody to be seen and nothing to be heared. The haunting buildings towererd over me as I creeped ever further down my driveway.
The rain fell onto my face as I ventured down the eerie street. The intimidating feeling of being followed overcame me, however, I brushed it off as I knew I was the only person who dared to walk the streets of Delath at this time of night.
*A sombre Shadow emerged from the emptiness of Delath*
The entrance of the shop glared at me, shut , as its sign giggled from its hinges when it blew gently in the nightime wind.
An icy shiver fell down my spine as a boney hand grasped my shoulder. I turned around quickly. Right there, staring me right in the face was a small, crooked old man. His silver hair shon in the moonlight as his walking stick sat promptly in his left hand.
"Excuse me dear" his frail voice said as it filled the silence.
"Yes sir? Can I help you? " I said startled as I didnt expect anybody to be out this late.
"Where is 37 Delath road?" His voice croaked.
*silence*
I was confused as that was my home address, and I have never seen this man before.
As I explained this to him he didn't say anything.
He hurried into the empty shop, slamming the door behind him.
The mystery of the situation filled the air as I stared at the closed door.
The lonly streets of Delath were silent once more.
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When Delath Strikes.(#Wattys2015)
Mystery / ThrillerDarkness spills into the skies that hang heavily over a small, mysterious town called Delath. Legend has it a shadowy figure looms in the night-time of delath, but everybody fears to tread outside at night to find out if the Legend is true. One of...
