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The Stalker

It was raining hard and cold.

As i walked myself home away from the mad thunderbolts.

Shivering and starving, i felt it all.

Under clouds of storm that rolled.

 

Then i felt it very clearly.

Somebody was watching me intensely.

I turned around and saw a dark sillhouette of a man in the thick fog.

Walking towards me, alert like a dog.

 

Feeling cold on my back i kept walking, faster and frightened.

There was something eerie about him that forced me to hasten.

Like a dark shadow in the fog he kept following me silently.

 

I turned around once again and the man stopped moving.

He stared back at me, the wind kept howling.

And very slowly, as i watched him there, he was fading away, under the street lights.

He was turning into thin air as the fog covered him out of my sight.

 

He was gone completely...

 

I did not see it.

A car travelling at very high speed hit me hard.

I fell on the road and then i saw nothing.

It was all dark.

 

When i opened my eyes everything had changed around me.

Everything was blur and vague to see.

I saw differently.

I smelt differently.

I heard differently.

I felt differently.

 

And i saw a man walking by hurriedly.

I started to walk, following him silently.

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Jan 6, 2011
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Death is our forever stalker...

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