The Walk

She walked slowly.

Her hands in her cloak pockets.

The darkness of night surrounded her.

She was on her journey home.

Instinct told her someone was behind her.

She dared not look out of fear, but wanted to, to calm her nerves.

To prove to herself that no one was actually there.

She didn’t turn. Not yet.

She just kept walking, her head facing downwards toward the ground.

Towards the snow and her wet shoes.

She passed an old street lamp.

Upon breathing, she just saw the whisp of air from her mouth.

She couldn’t stand it any longer.

She turned; no one was there.

There were footprints in the snow. Her footprints.

She calmed a little, but not entirely.

She still had that feeling.

Those chills. The empty feeling in her stomach.

She would have been sweating, if it weren’t so cold.

She turned back and kept walking.

Her eyes were constantly looking around.

Something moved behind her.

Her hand felt for her wand, which lay in her robes.

She quickly turned. Wand out. Nothing was there.

A branch was swinging back and forth.

Her head moved in search of the something that had moved it.

There was nothing. It scared her.

But she was prepared. Or so she thought.

She turned back to continue walking.

But there was someone in her way.

Covered in black darker than the night.

The white face of a skull was what met her eyes.