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gaping
hole, which now resembled a funnel as I stared into it. As always, the alleyway
was empty. There were not even any city cats or rats running around, which I
could not help but expect in a place like this. Of course, the fact that the
owner of the bar/grill next door kept it clean and free of trash and clutter
probably helped ease away any undesired pests.
Relieved that I could not see anything or anyone within five
feet from the entrance, I continued on. By this point, a soft breeze had picked
up and, oddly enough, that served to put my mind at ease, and I finally relaxed
my tense limbs enough so that I no longer walked as if I had just been beaten.
As I walked by, I came within two feet of actually stepping
foot inside the alleyway. Because I was no longer experiencing any weird vibes,
I did not stop to think about my closeness to it until I felt someone grab the collar
of my uniform and pull me in with so much force, I had no time to react until I
opened my eyes to find myself lying on my back.
What the hell just happened?
For a few seconds I just lay there, unable to tell or
explained what happened, until the realization that I had been pulled into the
dark alleyway by someone hit me. Panic nearly overwhelmed me. It threatened to
get worse when I realized I no longer carried the bottle of pepper spray in my
hand and was lying there completely vulnerable to whatever predator was hunting
me down.
Chapter Eight
Scared out of my mind, I tried to sit up so that I could
have a better view of my surroundings, but stopped short when a wave of pain
assailed me. My back was burning from impacting against the hard asphalt, and
it took a few seconds for the sensation to die down enough to allow for me to
move more freely.
Whoever attacked me had to be one big and incredibly fast
SOB because I never even saw him coming. In fact, as I looked around me, I
noticed there was no one there that I could see, but it was a hand I had
felt at the back of my neck a few moments ago, I was sure of it.
Please don’t tell me this place is haunted. Ghosts? No,
that couldn’t be the answer to this, but what then? This had to be the work of
some sick bastard.
What caused my fear to boil over was the fact that there
were no objects around large enough to hide a person, so where could my
assailant be? There was no possible way my attacker was hiding in the shadows
because, even though it was dark, every time a car drove by its headlights provided
enough light for me to see if there was anyone standing within a few feet of
me. But I still could not see anyone.
This is wrong. Something is wrong. But what?
I could not shake the feeling that I was not alone. That
there was someone standing there somewhere, but I just could not see him. Maybe
I was wrong and he, whoever he may be, was waiting beyond the invisible
line in which light from the nearby street could not reveal his presence. Just
to be sure, I took advantage of the fact that I was being left alone for the
time being to take my cell phone out of my front pocket and press the green
send button. The light from my phone did not reach very far, but at least I was
able to verify that there was no one standing anywhere near me.
The fact that I was alone did little to calm my nerves
because there still was no obvious explanation for what had happened, and I was
completely dumbfounded by this.
Did I trip and fall, stupidly mistaking that for a hand
pulling me in? Was I so terrified that my mind played tricks on me? Am I going
crazy here?
Unable to detect any movements near me, I spread my hands
out on the ground so that I could push myself up. As I was doing that, my knee
bumped against something and I looked down to see the bottle of pepper spray
lying right next to me. Relieved by having found it without any effort, I
grabbed it and started to rise when a flash of white light caught my attention.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move, so fast
that I could not tell
hole, which now resembled a funnel as I stared into it. As always, the alleyway
was empty. There were not even any city cats or rats running around, which I
could not help but expect in a place like this. Of course, the fact that the
owner of the bar/grill next door kept it clean and free of trash and clutter
probably helped ease away any undesired pests.
Relieved that I could not see anything or anyone within five
feet from the entrance, I continued on. By this point, a soft breeze had picked
up and, oddly enough, that served to put my mind at ease, and I finally relaxed
my tense limbs enough so that I no longer walked as if I had just been beaten.
As I walked by, I came within two feet of actually stepping
foot inside the alleyway. Because I was no longer experiencing any weird vibes,
I did not stop to think about my closeness to it until I felt someone grab the collar
of my uniform and pull me in with so much force, I had no time to react until I
opened my eyes to find myself lying on my back.
What the hell just happened?
For a few seconds I just lay there, unable to tell or
explained what happened, until the realization that I had been pulled into the
dark alleyway by someone hit me. Panic nearly overwhelmed me. It threatened to
get worse when I realized I no longer carried the bottle of pepper spray in my
hand and was lying there completely vulnerable to whatever predator was hunting
me down.
Chapter Eight
Scared out of my mind, I tried to sit up so that I could
have a better view of my surroundings, but stopped short when a wave of pain
assailed me. My back was burning from impacting against the hard asphalt, and
it took a few seconds for the sensation to die down enough to allow for me to
move more freely.
Whoever attacked me had to be one big and incredibly fast
SOB because I never even saw him coming. In fact, as I looked around me, I
noticed there was no one there that I could see, but it was a hand I had
felt at the back of my neck a few moments ago, I was sure of it.
Please don’t tell me this place is haunted. Ghosts? No,
that couldn’t be the answer to this, but what then? This had to be the work of
some sick bastard.
What caused my fear to boil over was the fact that there
were no objects around large enough to hide a person, so where could my
assailant be? There was no possible way my attacker was hiding in the shadows
because, even though it was dark, every time a car drove by its headlights provided
enough light for me to see if there was anyone standing within a few feet of
me. But I still could not see anyone.
This is wrong. Something is wrong. But what?
I could not shake the feeling that I was not alone. That
there was someone standing there somewhere, but I just could not see him. Maybe
I was wrong and he, whoever he may be, was waiting beyond the invisible
line in which light from the nearby street could not reveal his presence. Just
to be sure, I took advantage of the fact that I was being left alone for the
time being to take my cell phone out of my front pocket and press the green
send button. The light from my phone did not reach very far, but at least I was
able to verify that there was no one standing anywhere near me.
The fact that I was alone did little to calm my nerves
because there still was no obvious explanation for what had happened, and I was
completely dumbfounded by this.
Did I trip and fall, stupidly mistaking that for a hand
pulling me in? Was I so terrified that my mind played tricks on me? Am I going
crazy here?
Unable to detect any movements near me, I spread my hands
out on the ground so that I could push myself up. As I was doing that, my knee
bumped against something and I looked down to see the bottle of pepper spray
lying right next to me. Relieved by having found it without any effort, I
grabbed it and started to rise when a flash of white light caught my attention.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move, so fast
that I could not tell
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