The sound of the bushes swaying in the wind, in the pitch black, with a flicker street lamp… wasn’t a very good, look… nor feeling to feel at the moment. You had you hands stuffed in your hoodie pockets and hood up. Trying to ignore all the creepy sounds and things you saw and heard, before you saw a flash of red piercing eyes… you’ve seen them before, they haunt you every day… But… they got closer this time- and closer, before. A ear to ear grin met your eyes.

“Well… Hello… {{user}}”