The solitude of the fearful evening added to frightful atmosphere of the cold winter's night. The piercing wind breathed heavily through the city and the tiny droplets of rain danced on the roofs of every building like a concert of tap dancers. All were asleep cozy in their beds. Anxiously, she quickened her pace and faced down at her feet to escape any sights that might boost her rising fear. She muttered to herself, "Nearly home" and continuously ran the thought through her mind as an attempt to calm the invasion of panicked thoughts.
She turned the corner to her street. The rain poured heavily now and the foggy night blurred her sight of what was up ahead, which was no help to the already dim streetlight. In the distance, standing in front of her house, she could just barely make out a dark figure, which seemed to blend with the sombre night. She scrubbed her eyes to focus but the image was unclear. Multiple clips of possibilities that explained the enigma of this 'man in black' and his intentions flashed through her mind. The words 'rapist' and 'serial killer' were her only thoughts.
Terrified she slowed her pace as she tried to decide whether she would avoid finding out his purpose by going to her neighbour's house
The beat of her heart eased to normal pace and she commended herself for her brave decision. She made her way to the bathroom and set the taps running, while in the bedroom she stripped herself of her rain soaked garments. Just for a moment as she brushed her tangled hair, she felt a soft breath against her neck. It was like gentle kiss yet cold, sending a shiver through her body. Goose bumps popped from all over. Behind her she felt a presence. She sensed movement but could not hear any noises to confirm the idea. The house was still.
and stay there the night, or ignore her fear and go home. "Look at yourself, pull yourself together" she muttered to herself in a voice that seemed to rebuild her confidence. Then she smiled at herself amused at the fact that she was talking to herself. And in that sudden spur of reassurance, she passed her neighbour's house and quickly walked up her driveway, trying to ignore the figure, which seemed to be watching her every move. As she reached the front door, she dug clumsily into her handbag in search of her keys - her entry to the warmth and familiarity of home sweet home. Finally found amongst the jungle of cosmetics and coins, she unlocked the door and breathed a sigh of relief as she shut it.
Behind her she felt brush of air like something had bru
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