HC: UnknownCreatureOfDarkness
I walk with short strides, slowly bobbing my head to the steady rhythm of music, with my sneakers slapping against the pavement with each heavy beat of the drum. The air that surrounds me feels as though it's shimmering for a moment and I stop the my loud humming for a moment. I pull out my iPod and turn down the sound on the insistent calls of ACDC and look around, hardly taking notice of my surroundings. I just want to get home. When you've had perverted customers hitting on you all day, well you get a tad bit pissed and want nothing but the peaceful energy that comes from being home.
I take a deep breath and try shoving away my child hood fear. This being the first time I'd been out alone in the night, I was a little skittish but my therapist assumed it'd help with my fears. Idiot, not only had he caused my phobia of what lurked in the night to get worse, but he'd not even done the test in a controlled environment.
I inhaled deeply, coughing like an asthmatic as the mist around got
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