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Before leaving her place, I checked out the surroundings through the window that faced the entrance of the building. Parked cars and a couple walking their dog were all I could see. The bus stop was on the right side, and as soon as the bus stopped, it took the passengers and left. I closed the blinds, put on my boots and left the apartment.
Chills spread down my body with each step I took down the stairs. The elevator hadn’t been working since I arrived, which made bringing my things to the fifth floor a lot harder. Nonetheless, I didn’t remember the halls being this…creepy.
The lights flickered, and my steps echoed in the deadly silent halls. I could barely see in front of my finger, but since I was off my electronics, I used my instincts to go down the stairs safely. Each step made my skin crawl. It was like a low budget horror movie, and I was the first person to get killed.
‘‘It’s okay,’’ I chanted softly as I made my exit through the front door. ‘‘You’re okay.’’
As soon as the crisp air hit my face, a wave of relief washed over me. Despite it lasting ten seconds at best, it made me feel confident enough that all these thoughts were nothing but my wild imagination.
Perks — or disadvantages of being an author.
My hands got cold pretty quickly, and I tucked them in the pockets of my thick coat. Slowly, I crossed the street, feeling comforted that the small grocery store wasn’t empty. A couple of people were shopping, with five workers either standing at the cash register, or helping the customers.
I grabbed a cart and started filling it with the things I needed.
As a small thank you to Sierra, I wanted to make her a delicious dinner. I wasn’t the greatest chef of all time, but I’d mastered a couple of recipes. One of them was carbonara, and my friend loves pasta.
The grocery bag was filled. I paid, smiled and left the store.
I was looking down at my feet, cursing myself for wearing slippers in winter. It was wet from the snow, and my socks felt disgusting on my feet.
I almost dropped the bag out of my hands.
It was sudden. I managed to brush off the thoughts of the Terror of the Night, even if briefly. It all came flooding back to me once I got a chilling sensation, as if someone was watching me.
‘‘Stop torturing yourself, Storm,’’ I muttered to myself, feeling weird about anyone else hearing.
I straightened my back and boldly glanced up.
Across the road was the bus stop, and I was waiting until the green light for pedestrians turned on. However, my eyes were glued to the shadow that hid behind a dark hood, dressed in the darkest outfit I’d seen.
I tapped my foot on the ground. This person blocked the entrance to the building directly, and no matter who it was, I didn’t feel comfortable approaching.
Until the eyes that I’d been dreaming of finally met mine.
The dread, the fear, and the sudden pain in my chest were unexplainable. I struggled to breathe properly, all while maintaining eye contact. I was too afraid to look away, thinking he’d suddenly appear in front of me in the blink of an eye.
Then, he brought up his hand and waved. He gave me the most wicked, most sadistic smile I’d ever seen. Even from afar, I could tell just how dangerous that simple motion was.
A bus rushing past me made me snap out of the horror I’d been in.
And as it slowly stopped, then drove off, he was gone.
As if he’d never even been here in the first place.
I had imagined him.
It was official, I’d gone insane.
You moved. Do you think it’ll be that easy to get rid of me?
Do you think that I will simply stop?
My sweet girl, that only makes me want to chase you harder.
VI
STORM
