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… Is someone following me?

I think I can see them in the corner of my eye, they stalk me like a jackal.

The sound of my pounding heart overrides me, making me move into the alleyway.

I can’t stand it anymore, “Leave me alone!” I cry out.

As I back up to the wall; the streetlight over me begins to screech, covering me in ever-brightening fluorescence before it finally buffers into a ghostlight.

It’s dark now, and I am paralyzed with fear.

I can see a shadow on the wall, I begin to make out its face.

It’s me.

I feel my hand touch mine.

Silence.