A night-walk to remember
The rain drummed vigorously upon the terrain, “how troubled I am, I haven’t even bought my parasol with me, despite being knowledgeable of the mischevious climate.” I mumbled to myself, the surrounding was moist and crisp, the rain passed through my epidermis and osseins soaked with water, I was feeling nauseated. The surrounding was gentle and still, neglecting the reality of the monotonic sound of the rain drumming, the breeze seemed and heard moderately strange, it sang like a woman, wailing in anguish and distress, a sharpness suddenly passed through my spine, the cold wind that blew passed straight through my breast, it struck me hard, it felt like it took my soul away with it, away with one single strike, for a while I was not able to identify any sounds besides the music of my very own footsteps moistening against the damp slushy road.
The night was wicked, it was cryptic, and there was something immoral about it.
“I am very delayed from my tutoring, I better hustle, I shouldn’t have spent time with my boyfriend, I am pretty late for my supper, my parents are gonna bury me alive!”
Suddenly I felt like someone was heeding me! from behind, a chill touched the back of my neck insignificantly, I turned! but there wasn’t even a soul present, just the slushy wicked terrain that I have left behind, with the cryptic woods on either side.
I was feeling moderately frightened, I bustled towards my dwelling which was on the other side of the heartwoods, even my phone was dead, I was shooting my way, overlooking that the road was smooth and that I might tumble and drop! or even more unfortunate! but nothing meant that moment, I just wanted to reach home, safe indoors the very walls of love and warmth.
By the time I arrived my dwelling place, I was already gasping hard, it was explaining difficult for me to breathe, but the one thing that I was able to make out was that the lights were turned off, it seemed like there was no one present, that the house was abandoned.
