Flannel Fridays

"Shit" I cursed before taking another swig of whiskey. My eyes scanned my surroundings, searching for any sign of movement or presence amongst the pitch black. An uncertainty was hanging on my shoulders, as though someone was watching me. The eerie feel of the night made the blonde hairs on my arms stand on end. As the veil of alcohol intoxication began to lift, my eyes caught the blurry outline of a silhouetted figure.