Warnings for this part: a few mentions of violence

It was already past ten and you walked on the dimly lit street, listening to music through your earphones. You were feeling good even after a long shift at the convenience store because hewasn’t following you tonight. No one else was around and you breathed in the chilly air with a small smile on your lips. The air smelled like spring.

You looked down at your feet and as you walked past a streetlight, you noticed a shadow not yours also appeared on the cold asphalt. You furrowed your eyebrows. 

It’s not him, is it?

You held back the urge to look back because you were afraid to face what was behind you. You cautiously removed one of the earphones from your ears and listened to the sound of footsteps. There were definitely two sounds of footsteps, both different. 

It sounded like the person walking behind you was dragging their feet, barely lifting them from the ground. The sound creeped you out enough to make you walk faster. The person behind you slowly picked up their pace too. 

Is this how I die?

The situation felt too real to be a nightmare but you still pinched yourself to check if it was a dream or not. The pinch hurt and your heart started beating even faster than it already was. 

This is real. I’m going to get kidnapped… I’m going to die…

You were brought back to reality from your thoughts when you realized the only sound of footsteps you could hear was that of yours. You slowed down you pace and eventually stopped. You turned around very slowly to see if anyone was there. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw two people standing between two streetlights, a little further away. They were out of light’s reach but you assumed they were both male, judging from their voices. One of them was somewhat short, the other one was tall. You walked closer to them and before you knew it, you were already only a few meters away from the two.

“What?” the shorter one asked. “I was just walking down the street.”

You looked at him and shivered a little. His clothes were worn out, his hair was a mess and his face looked scary. He had a crooked grin on his lips. 

“I should break your legs then,” the taller one said and you felt like time stopped when you heard his voice. You looked at him. You couldn’t see his face properly but you were still surprised.

He looks like a normal person…

His hair was dark - probably black - and his clothes lo