Ghost Story. The surrounding fog concealed my body as I swiftly made a right turn. As I did I heard the sound of laughter. Not young, not old but friendly,

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Ghost Story

The city was dead. No one had passed through the shadowed streets in an hour and cars seemed to have stopped in the middle of the road like there was a force field shutting them out. The few people that were left inside the city were trapped. Caging them in the force field like rats. The poorly lit street lamps covered only parts of the walkway, allowing the silhouettes of bins and trees to smother the rest. Only a faint glow of light appeared when the wind picked up the branches in the trees and swung them about like a small child being shook. Leaves fell to the ground like tears a sign that autumn was drawing to a close.

      The surrounding fog concealed my body as I swiftly made a right turn. As I did I heard the sound of laughter. Not young, not old but friendly, like a joke just being told. My heart felt like it would break my chest. The more I watched the harder it thumped. I placed a hand upon the wall, silently but sharply knowing that any noise could mean disaster. My life and freedom rests on what I see but the suspense of watching and waiting is a dangerous game. The light from the street lamp flickered like a candle burning and as each shimmer of brightness reached its way down the alleyway it exposed a fraction of the human’s face. Each flicker revealed a different part of the man’s features and a jigsaw of hope assembled in my head.

       As my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness I waited for the right moment to pounce. As I waited I noticed a patch of moisture on the wall. I can’t stop staring; it’s a hypnotic trance that has pulled me in. Seconds later I blink wildly and refocus my eyes on the men.                                                                                                     One man with dark hair stood in the corner behind his two friends. His red hoody covered most of his face and his denim jeans sat low on his hips. He rested his body on the wall and allowed his neck to tilt with the contours of the hard surface. From time to time he shifted his hand to slightly pull up his jeans and continued laughing. His friends were telling the jokes almost as if he were an outsider. The other men weren’t as tall as him but that didn’t matter or show.                                            

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     The night began to close and the black sky overpowered my existence. No light to guide my way. No fog to mask my body. The night was clear apart from the orange circle that enclosed the moon.  The moment had come to remove my pain. Would I break free of his essence? I loosened my grip on the wall and entered the alleyway. As I cautiously moved forward the alleyway seem to stretch further and further away. Puddles on the ground froze up as I passed and the walls were covered in an icy layer. The atmosphere became ...

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