jakesattic

Part 2 of 8

I feel these eyes watching me
Stalking my thoughts and movements
This night, everything feels wrong
All is quiet execpt for our footsteps
I know something is malicious and evil
something smells like excavated flesh
the wind shatters and howls pushing me to a jaunt,
the moon is still full, my only street light
as I splash through water and broken sticks
a garbage can crashes to my left
something sharp dives into my right shoulder

To be cont....