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Don't Walk Alone : Haunted by Shadows

A young woman's late night walk home turns into a terrifying nightmare when she comes face to face with a malevolent entity that haunts her every step.

By Vivekananthan VellaichamyPublished about a year ago 4 min read
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It was a dark, stormy night in the small town of Maplewood. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down, creating a symphony of noise on the pavement. Sarah had just finished her late shift at the local diner and was walking home alone, her heart pounding in her chest as she trudged through the deserted streets.

She had always known that walking home alone at night was dangerous, but she never thought that anything could happen to her in her small, peaceful town.

As she walked, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She turned around several times but saw no one behind her. She quickened her pace, hoping to make it home soon.

But just as she was about to turn the corner onto her street, a hand reached out from behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder.

Sarah screamed and spun around to face her attacker, but no one was there. She looked around frantically, her heart racing as she realized that she was completely alone on the deserted street. She tried to calm herself down, telling herself that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her.

But as she continued to walk, she realized that something was very wrong. The streetlights flickered and died, leaving her in total darkness. The rain began to fall harder, coming down in sheets and obscuring her vision. And then she heard it – the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

She turned around and saw a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness. The figure was tall and thin, with long, bony fingers and glowing red eyes. Sarah froze, her heart pounding as the figure approached her slowly.

"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

The figure said nothing, but continued to advance on her. Sarah tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to escape from the horror that was closing in on her.

And then the figure was upon her, its cold, bony fingers wrapping around her neck. Sarah struggled, trying to break free from its grasp, but it was too strong. She felt a surge of panic rise up inside her as she realized that she was going to die.

But just as she was about to lose consciousness, the figure suddenly vanished, leaving her alone on the deserted street. Sarah gasped for air, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

As she walked home, Sarah knew that she would never be the same again. She had come face to face with a horror that she had never believed existed, and she knew that she could never walk alone at night again.

The next day, Sarah couldn't stop thinking about the horrifying experience she had gone through the previous night. She tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination, but deep down, she knew that it was all too real.

As she walked to work that morning, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She kept turning around, looking for any sign of the shadowy figure that had attacked her the night before, but there was no one there.

When she arrived at the diner, Sarah told her co-worker, Claire, about what had happened to her. Claire listened intently, her eyes widening with every word that Sarah spoke.

"That's really scary," Claire said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think you should be walking alone at night anymore."

Sarah knew that Claire was right, but she didn't have any other choice. She couldn't afford a car, and there was no one else who could walk her home at night.

That night, Sarah left work early, hoping to make it home before dark. But as she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed. She turned around several times, but saw no one behind her.

When she finally arrived at her street, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She was almost home. But just as she turned the corner onto her street, she saw the shadowy figure emerge from the darkness once again.

Sarah screamed and tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. The figure approached her slowly, its glowing red eyes fixated on her. Sarah felt a sense of dread wash over her as she realized that this time, there was no escaping.

And then, just as the figure was about to grab her, a car turned onto the street. The headlights illuminated the figure, revealing it to be nothing more than a scarecrow that had been knocked over by the wind.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that she had been imagining things once again. She couldn't believe how scared she had been, how real the fear had felt.

But as she walked the rest of the way home, Sarah couldn't help but wonder - was it really just her imagination, or was there something more sinister lurking in the darkness? And would she ever be able to walk alone again without feeling the sense of terror that had consumed her that night?

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About the Creator

Vivekananthan Vellaichamy

Writing is my passion. I love writing stories about scary things and health related articles. And I love writing movies reviews about ghost and serial killer movies.

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