Whispers on the Coral Row

After classes ended, I decided to walk home instead of asking mom for a ride. I thought it would be nice to explore my surroundings. The streets of Coral Row were quiet and deserted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. With the winds blowing harshly during monsoon season, my hair kept brushing against my cheeks. To distract myself, I plugged in some vintage music and continued walking. As it started getting darker and storm clouds rolled in, the already unsettling atmosphere grew even more ominous. Strangely enough, a sense of being watched nags at me. Feeling uneasy, I picked up my pace as I reached a relatively safer area. And just then, I felt someone grab my shoulder, pulling it back. I was horrified and almost let out a loud scream.