Halloween Surprise

Outrun

I zoomed past the towering twin giant buildings that guarded every block, past the parks, its swings creaking to and fro, the metallic sound of the bars tightening and loosening. Thorns went right through me, leaves caught in my hair, till the city merged into one big colourless monster before my eyes. The winds repeatedly slapping my face, I urged my legs to carry me faster, and faster, further away. I just had to be fast.

***

Just two hours ago a carelessly discarded pamphlet caught my eyes, it called a meeting for those that just wanted a place to let out their emotions and someone that would listen to them, promising the visitors a shoulder to cry on.

I wished to sign up. That's when I felt it once more.

The same demonic chill. The wind picked up. My legs felt weak. I could hear it, the whistling.

It whistled the same tune over and over again, I turned around searching for the noise but just as before there was nothing. No one.

With the whistling came the footsteps, perfectly in tune with the cursed song.

Just as my hands tangled themselves into my hair: clutching my head to shield myself from the noise, I heard it. That little whisper.

"Run"

***

I didn't listen.

There I stood behind a pack of people waiting for the promise written in the pamphlet waiting to let all my feelings out; the person in front just would not move.

"So, you feel trapped in the past? Have you lost someone before? Can't move on? Does anyone else have this problem?" They looked up, searching for an answer. My hand shot up, the only one that did; but of course, they didn't see me.

Something else did.

The whistling began.

Louder.

No footsteps.

I should've listened to the voice when it warned me. Now I can hear the voice clearly in my ear, Its breath fanning my neck, a hand travelling up my side, whispering once more: Run.

***

I ran.

I kept on running, running to where I needed to go before I got caught by whatever that was.

I ran back to the docks, just in time to see the setting sun bid goodbye to the world, bestowing upon the sea it touched a colour of gold, mixed in crimson.

'You finally got to see it.'

I turned around.

I could feel his eyes watching me. Eyes as deep and red as the sun-kissed sea.

"I was right," I chuckled.

"The sunset up here is much better than the view from the depths of the sea."

Folding the pamphlet up, I turned back to the invisible figure, baring my arms out to him.

My feet were no longer on the dock.

I felt myself sink deeper back into the cold water where I was meant to reside, the image of the sun giving me one last beautiful memory to carry on in the freezing world at the bottom of the sea.