Chilling story

Lindsey McInerney

Walking home alone always put the willies up Beth. She hated the

way all the unlit windows looked like hundreds of dark eyes all staring at

her and the way the street lights glow cast ominous shadows

everywhere.

It was almost eleven o’clock on a December night and once again

Beth was walking home alone. She’d been at her friend Donna’s house

watching a film and as usual she’d spent her bus money on crisps at the

shop.

The worst part of walking home was walking across the field,

cutting through the field cut ten minutes off Beth’s journey and on a

dreary night like this, she wanted to get home as quickly as she could.

Beth set off across the field. There were no lights on the field, so it was

deathly dark and the wind was blowing and wailing. The bitter wind was

making her hair whip against her red, cold cheeks making them sting.

Halfway across the field Beth got the feeling that she wasn’t

alone. Turning the torch on, on her mobile phone she quickly spun

around to illuminate the dark space behind her and uncover anyone that

was lurking in the shadows. The field was empty; she could just make

out the surrounding bushes and thankfully nothing else. Sighing a

breath of relief, she turned to carry on her walk home. Focusing on the

few lights that where still on, in the houses at the end of the field, ...