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Sometimes, it is not just criminally-minded layabouts who lurk in the dark to prey on the unsuspecting members of the public. Sometimes, there just might be something worse. You realise that being alone late at night, with no one to call for help and no one to come to your assistance, the levels of fright can escalate just like that. And that fear alone can kill...

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

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Moore Numental

Night Run

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When it Mattered

As she dropped at her stop, she felt a certain disquiet. The silence of the night was not helping. Nor was the darkness. It embraced her all around as soon as the sounds of the bus died away. Though Steph could walk home from the bus stop in a blindfold, she’d never come this late home before. Recent disturbances in the area had made being home on time a cardinal principle. Her saving grace tonight was that her parents were out for the weekend and since her older brothers took the freedom to party at a friend’s, she was going to have the house to herself.

 

“If not for the traffic, I’d have been home two hours ago?” she spoke the words out, ostensibly to herself to break the monotonous silence. “At least by then, there’d have still been some life on this cursed street.”

 

A lone car zoomed by, its headlights illuminating the area very briefly. It’ll have been easy to forgive thinking the driver was being chased by the devil himself.

 

Steph glanced at her wristwatch. She only saw a blank wrist. Her eyeballs enlarged as her breath caught in her throat. Her initial consternation about how her watch could’ve been picked off of her wrist without her knowing was quickly calmed by her recollection. She remembered she had put it in her breast pocket to avoid that very occurrence. She heaved a sigh. She could feel its presence as she reached for it.

 

The illuminated dials of the watch told her it was a quarter to midnight. She returned it to her pocket.