The Shadow at Twilight

It started as a quiet evening walk, the air crisp and smelling of

jasmine. But then, she felt it. A heavy gaze fixed right on

her back. In the flickering streetlights, a hooded figure lurked just a

few paces behind. Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone to text for

help. She didn't wait for a reply, sprinting toward the safety of her

apartment. Locking the door, she finally breathed. But the shadow remained outside.