The Mysterious Footsteps.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Travelling back one night I had to cross the main bridge that would take me back to the town.

Submitted: June 29, 2019

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It was one of those nights, cold, dark, eerie, rain falling now and then. I came onto the bridge that connected the village to the town. I could hear footsteps behind me. Stopping for a while hoping it was my own footsteps I had been hearing, still the footseps came. I turned in the pitch darkness, soaking wet and said, ''For God's sake, who are you?''
THe lights on the bridge were being repaired now for the last two days; and everyone had been warned about that Waiting for an answer, nothing came. In the pitch blackness, there was no reply. I decided to make a run for it, which I did, Still, I heard the running of footsteps.
Stopping again, I lean over the barrier, looking down at what supposed to be the water below. If it was there, it was hard to see. Traffic on the bridge came now and then showing their lights through the pitch black darkness. ''I'm going to yell!'' I shouted. Then as the first 'help'' came out from me. I felt thick hands around my throat. Can't let this go on I said to myself. Lashing out at nothing that was there, still the choking came.
I manage to say, ''You inhuman horrible beast, let go of me!'' The hands came tighter on my throat. Strange, I don't hear any breathing or sound coming from the one who was choking me. I said, ''What the heck do you want? Let go of me!''
There was a sort of release from around my neck, but not totally. I said, ''Thanks for that, at least I can breathe much better now.''
I started to meove further along the bridge, the footsteps came again. Suddenly it hit me that my own footsteps were the culprit that was making me think that someone had been following me. But wait a moment,I didn't do any running at all, and yet I heard the sound of running. As I got near to the end of the bridge where lights shown brightly from the overhead lamps, I notice that the scarf I had around my neck was rather loose. I fixed it properly so that the cold could not get in. Then I found that there was no more choking feeling. I laughed to myself, continued my journey, and found that moment on the bridge rather starnge. I tried to find out what was the cause of the running footsteps, but failed utterly.

The End.


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