FOLLOWED
Daytime is supposed to be a safe haven. The sun is meant to dispel the gloom and send the shadows scurrying like cockroaches into the darkness.
Today is not one of those days though. She has been plagued by a sense of unrest, haunted by the feeling that someone is following her.
She casts another glance over her shoulder and finds an empty street stretching off into the distance. There was no one there, no secret stalker following in her wake.
She continues along at a heightened pace, moving just a little bit faster than before.
It's an impossible feeling to shake, that sensation of eyes following your every move. She glances backward again and for just a moment, thinks she sees a shape stepping off the sidewalk and behind a tall hedgerow.
There is someone back there. She is sure of it now, someone following her and trying not to be seen.
She breaks into a run, desperate to get to the safety of her nearby home, to the safety that daylight cannot provide.
She knows he is back there. She knows she is being followed.
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