I’m being followed, i don’t know who that man is, but he keeps following me, I’m scared, there’s almost no light on the street and I’m still a long way from home. I’m wearing headphones while listening to loud music, I’m so nervous that I don’t dare look back, I try to focus on the music to avoid getting paralyzed by fear, but whenever I turn a corner I catch a fleeting shadow.

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I’m feeling the urge to run, but I’m afraid that if I do, he will follow suit. The music won’t let me hear his footsteps, but i can’t find the courage to take off my headphones. I’m going through the worst time of my life, I feel like I could die any minute from now, all this because I didn’t stay with my friends at the party, I wasn’t feeling comfortable, I wanted some time alone.

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I keep walking, and when I cross the street I come across a maybe 7-year old boy, seemingly playing with a soccer ball by himself, shooting it against the wall. I felt an immense amount of relief about seeing a fellow person on that street, and I start to calm myself thinking that his parents might be nearby. But there is no one around, just the kid playing with a soccer ball alone at these late hours. I wanted to stand by the kid, but i knew he couldn’t be of any help, I kept walking and when I got near him he shot me a quick glance before turning his head to the man standing behind me. Suddenly I receive a call from my phone, and the music gets cut short, and since it is set on ‘’Vibrate’’ I couldn’t hear anything, nothing at all, and that is what’s strange. I can see the ball bounce and the terrified face of the boy before he starts screaming, but there’s no sound, not even the slightest. An immense sense of fear invades my body, and I don’t know how but i started to run as fast as I could without looking back, I couldn’t spare a moment to think of the scared boy. I find a way to get back home, dead tired, but safe. I try to get some sleep, thinking that maybe everything could’ve been a nightmare. On the next morning, during breakfast I hear a ruckus on the street, I get out of my house’s doorway and I hear the neighbors talk. Apparently, a young boy has disappeared, and in his place, they could only find a wall smeared in blood, along with a red-soaked message:

‘’You left me with less material to paint with’’.