୨ 𝑫 A V I D R E Y E S

╰ 2 am

YOU WERE walking through the streets of Harlem late at night. It was Halloween night and you were the last of your friends to make it home. It had been a lone fifteen minutes of walking and you were starting to get an eery feeling inside. You felt eyes on the back of your head. You weren’t alone. You turn around seeing nothing, not anyone.

Watching your back for a few seconds before you sigh. "I’m being paranoid.." You mumble. You whip your head back around to your front and jump as a figure dressed as a clown steps out from in between two small stores. The silhouette of a knife in their right hand, and a black garbage bag over his left shoulder. You had two choices, turn back, or try and run past him.

@ 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘