Cold winter night

Cold winter night

I used to live in a small town called South Park. The town lay just beneath a big mountain near one small river. You could say that people were not very open minded and many of them believed in some strange things. I was that guy who didn’t really believe in tales that were popular there. I always used to rationalize things but one strange occurrence changed everything.

I used to hang out with my friend Michael back then. One morning he invited me to his place for pizza and video games. Of course I accepted immediately. Snow was really falling hard  that day but it didn’t bother me. I loved snow.

I set off at about seven. Everything seemed all right until I reached the bridge that separated one side of village. When I was about to cross it, I suddenly felt a strange sensation, something that I’d never felt before. My legs started to shake, cold sweat rushed down my forehead and my heart started pounding. I felt as if someone was watching me.

I sped up and was soon on the other side. Everything seemed normal for a while. Just when Michael’s house was in sight I heard a strange noise, as if someone was walking behind me. I stopped and turned back to see who it was but no one was there. I resumed my journey only to see that everything was black. There were no stars in the sky, no moon and no lights. I started panicking, the air was so heavy. I thought that my end was near, as if I was already dead and in some kind of a purgatory waiting to be dealt with. Suddenly, I felt a touch on my shoulder.

A stocky man spoke to me. I didn’t even recognize him at first.Honestly, you could have knocked me down with a feather. When I looked into his face I was about to scream out of happiness. It was Michael’s dad and according to his words I had taken a wrong turn and ended up near an old unmarked graveyard. Everything was so strange, I never get lost. What was he doing there?