Nano Fiction 29 : Ghost Diaries

Winter night,

A tiny bulb, the only light, on the road,

A heap of garbage, dogs barking,

The road was barely visible,

Twisted through gloomy trees,

Heart racing, terrifying silence.

I walked silently, making no clatter of my footsteps,

So as not to bother the evil things sleeping about.

Suddenly some footsteps follow me,

And I do nothing, but walk faster and faster.

Tiny droplets of sweat make through majority of the pores of my body,

And the winter ceases to exist.