As he walked down the dimly lit street, the flickering streetlights created long, eerie shadows that stretched across the desolate pavements, perfectly mirroring the heavy burden he carried. Each time his foot touched the ground, a cloud of smoke escaped from his lips, as if he were desperately exhaling his racing thoughts in an attempt to find solace and calmness.
As he walked further, an unfamiliar sensation began to take hold of him, almost like a chill running down his back. Initially dismissing it as just his imagination, possibly due to being overly tired from days of hard work, he couldn't shake off the feeling. It only grew stronger and more pronounced with each step he took.
As he made another valiant attempt to dispel the unsettling feeling that had been plaguing him, an abrupt crackling sound of a stick shattered the previously undisturbed silence. Every muscle in his body became taut, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins, heightening his senses. With a mixture of caution and desperation, his eyes darted anxiously from left to right, eagerly scanning the desolate streets for even the faintest hint of human presence. Determined to maintain his stealth, the man meticulously retraced his previous steps, silently retracing the path he had taken.
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Tired eyes-OneShot
HorrorThis is a Oneshot story if you want to call it that. Nothing to much just wanted to give it a try.
