The night air was crisp as I stepped out of the pulsing lights of the club, the last echoes of laughter mingling with the faint strains of music fading behind me. My friends, a motley crew of spirited and disjointed souls, offered to drop me off at home, but I could see the weariness in their eyes especially in Travis, who was leaning heavily against the wall, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of crimson.
Just go, I’ll be fine, I insisted, waving them off with a smile, even as I noticed how Travis was swaying slightly. He needs a breather, anyway. With reluctant goodbyes and promises to check in, they melted into the night, leaving me alone with the comforting embrace of the evening.
I decided to cut through the alley behind the club a shortcut that would take me past the old cobbled street, with its dim lanterns flickering above. The air felt different here, thick, charged with a kind of energy that danced along my skin. The alley was shadowy, but familiar. I had walked this path countless times, and yet tonight, it felt as if the quiet had a pulse of its own, thrumming beneath my feet.
A chill prowled up my backbone. I paused, scanning the shadows that twisted like living entities. That’s when I saw it. An unusual gathering had formed around a figure lying on the floor.
My heart raced as I looked down, I could see shadows take a shape that I could not tell if it was masculine or feminine.
What could have transpired to bring about this scene? Am sure I had no alcohol in me, a awry loud cry echoed through, my fingers trembled at the untimely sound of it, only to figure it was me screaming.
The figure shrouded in darkness turn its head in my direction, I reluctantly stepped back, the rusted hinges of the door behind me cut through my skin, the sting burning into my soul.
The dead lights suddenly flickered, the shadow retreated into the dark, hiding from the lights, curiosity brewed into me, intrigued at the actions.
Behind the shadows, a whisper flickered through the air, soft yet haunting.
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