Down the street there’s a hidden path. You know the one I mean. By the light of day it is merely a means to get from one street to another. Nothing more Except, there is that feeling. The one that starts on the back of your neck before slowly spreading down your spine. You move through quickly but think nothing of it once you cross to the other side. After all it’s only a path.
Until the sun sets.
Cast in the moon’s shadows it looms. The moment your foot hits the pavement it stretches out longer than seems possible. You can’t turn around. Turning around will reveal the source of the unease in your stomach. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you start to run, eyes locked on your goal ahead. A second set of footsteps echo behind you. They’re close, too close. Heart pounding like a drum you burst out into the street lamp and once again the path is just a path. Nothing more, nothing less.
Until you tempt it once again.
The second time you decide to cross it at night you know there is something wrong. Warm breath caresses the back of your neck. You start to sprint but the exit doesn’t get any closer. From your side the sound of a dog erupts. Harsh barking fills your ears, as if the hounds of hell are close on your heels. It’s all you can do to keep running. To stay ahead of the nameless horror that chases you. Something scrapes at your arm, failing to find purchase. This only spurs you on faster still. You stumble. Blinking in the artificial light somehow you’ve made it out. Risking a glace back you see nothing but a path. Shadows lick at your feet but you are safe. For now at least.
What happens when you risk it a third time?
Well, I can’t tell you, no one who’s ever tried it has made it back to tell the tale. Why don’t you give it a try tonight? You certainly look delicious.
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