The Echoing Road

It was a dark, rainy night. The city slept, but something else

was awake. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echoed behind her. She knew she

was alone. She scanned the empty street. But no one was there,

and then the rain stopped. A heavy, ragged breathing grew louder,

closer. The streetlight flickered wildly. Just out of focus,

a dark figure stood. Whispers called her name. A flash revealed

the face. It was her own, grotesquely twisted. You shouldn't have

looked back.