When I was younger, my family used to always tell me that as the sun sets, bad things happen on the streets. People at school used to claim that close friends and family had been murdered or kidnapped. I never really believed any of it… but I was too scared to test the theory. I thought it was just a ploy for parents to control their children at bedtime and that it was all fake.
One Thursday afternoon, I had arrived home from a neighboring town where one of my friends had lived, I was thirteen at the time, and I was tired. We had been out looking in the Desert… that was the only thing that would entertain us. My legs ached and I had a bit of a headache but I was almost home and I wasn’t half looking forward to the comfort of my own house. I drew my attention to the town clock, which showed that it was half past 5. I needed to get home in time for dinner. As I was walking through our town, I noticed that a door was open. Not just any door… a door that hadn’t been open for ten years. My mind was telling me that I needed to get home but my instinct told me that something was not right and I had to investigate. As I stepped nearer to the house, I could have sworn that I saw something move inside. I drew closer and was now mere meters away from the darkness of the house.
I peered inside, looking for a lamp of some sort, to light my way. Nothing. It was so dark that there could have been millions of deadly animals in there and I would be none the wiser. My next move… was stupid. A move that could have potentially cost me my life. I stepped inside and heard a loud crash from the corner of the room. I froze. The door slammed behind me and before I knew it… I was out cold.
When I woke up, I was on the floor by the very door I had come through. I didn’t think to investigate further so I just opened the door and left, closing the door behind me. It was dark now. My heart was beating quickly and I was terrified. What if the stories were true… and I was to be murdered out here. I picked up the pace and looked back to make sure that I wasn’t being followed. I was not being followed but what I saw filled me with more terror than I could have ever imagined… the door that I had closed behind me, was open. I started running as fast as I could and before long I could hear footsteps behind me. Glancing behind me I could see nothing, except footprints in the sandy floor. I had never run that fast in my entire life and I was now several hundred meters away from my own home.
Everytime I glanced behind me, nothing was there but I knew that I was being chased. I was almost home now and as I approached the house, I looked behind me one more time to make sure that nothing was there. I ran up the stairs to my house and clattered into the house, closing the door behind me. I settled down and vowed to myself that I would never, ever go outside at night again. To this day, I still don’t know whether I was being chased or if it was just my mind playing tricks on me… and I guess I will never know. However, there was one thing that I remembered just before I was knocked out cold… a face, with a scar down the side of it, a big wide grin and sharp, open eyes staring right at me.
Sweet Dreams Guys!
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