It was getting dark and he still had a couple of blocks to go before he got home. He had been late leaving work and now he was paying a price. He didn’t know why but he was apprehensive. Something didn’t feel right.
About halfway along the middle of the final block he abruptly stopped. At the corner of the building ahead something lurked. Something awful. He couldn’t see whatever it was but he knew it was there. Waiting for him.
What to do? He had to go home and there was no other way for him to get there.
Why was he so unnerved? Suddenly he knew. He’d had a horrible nightmare during the early morning hours. He had come awake with a sudden jolt, gasping for breath and shaking all over. He couldn’t remember any details but he knew he had awakened just before the nightmare had ended…so he hadn’t seen how it ended. Now he felt a knot of dread growing in his stomach. He was going to come face to face with whatever he had missed at that early morning moment.
He slowly moved closer to the corner of the building. He got so close he felt that if he tried he could probably hear whatever was waiting for him as it breathed. But he didn’t. Before he could completely lose his nerve and flee in the opposite direction he took that final step and turned to face what was waiting.
And…nothing was there.