I kept running. As fast as my legs could take. Breathing heavily, panting, as the shadows swept past by. Something felt wrong, amiss. Something was following me, matching my pace, feet to feet.
It felt like a nightmare. A moment back, I was at the dinner table, and a second later I am running for my life. Thundering around in the alley.
Was it a nightmare or I was living it? I knew not except that I had to find a way out. URGENT. I kept looking out for help. Maybe somebody would notice me, but none ever did.
The event took an unexpected turn. My feet started to burn and the thighs gave away. Sweat trickled down my eyebrows blurring my vision. As I raised my hands to wipe it off. It was a dead end.
There was an old wall blocking the way ahead.
I could hear footsteps…
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