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You're walking home in the dark and soon hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Every time you turn around, nothing is there. If you try to quicken your pace, the footsteps start running right along with you. No matter how you try to see behind you--if you use your phone camera or if you look in window reflections, you can't see anything...but you know it's getting closer. If you don't run fast enough, you can almost feel a hand on your arm, a breath on your neck...

You need to get home, fast.

If you can.


Mercy hated taking the bus back to the dorm, but since her car was in the shop she was forced to public transit - or powering up - whenever she wanted to get somewhere quick. But, she didn’t want to draw any more attention to Nick than she already had - which meant powering up to visit him was right out. Which left the bus. Which she had just stepped off of onto the sidewalk about a block away from her destination. There hadn’t been anyone else on the bus when she’d gotten off the bus, so when a second pair of footsteps reached her ears the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

She huddled more into her jacket, arm pulled her purse closer, her pace increased slightly - and the footsteps followed suit. She hissed quietly under her breath, pulling her phone out and hitting Nick’s contact icom to call him. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and…

“Please leave a messa-“ Mercy hit the end call button and risked a look over her shoulder, and froze.

There was nobody there.

“Hello?” Mercy called out. “Is anyone there?”

Silence.

“You’re not being funny!” She declared to the empty air as she turned and started walking again. The second pair of footsteps resuming their steady pace behind her - but closer now. She turned on her phone camera, using the selfie feature to see behind her… nothing.

Shivering, she placed her phone in her purse - and with no preamble started running in a steady jog, wishing she’d gone for a more supportive bra over the pretty bra as she did so. The footsteps behind her kept pace, seeming to draw closer with each step. Mercy could see the gates of Crystal ahead, and broke into a hard sprint, she could hear the steps behind her, could feel the fingers wrapping around her wrist, a hot breath on the back of her neck as she resisted the urge to scream and lash out, instead breaking through the gates at a flat sprint, not slowing down until she had reached the entry to the dorms, gasping for air and slipping into the building, jacket wrapped tight around her as she found her room and went inside, locking the door behind her and slipping off her jacket.

A light purple bruise was starting to rise around her wrist where she could have sworn she’d felt someone - something - grab her. She shivered and ignored it. Maybe it was from her visit to Nicks, she may have smack it into something there, or while sprinting. She pointed did not look into mirror in her room as she got ready for bed. Double checking the lock on her door she grabbed one of her many unicorn plushies and squeezed it tight.

“You’ll keep me safe right?” She asked the fabric and fluff horned equine. When it did not reply she let out a soft sigh. “Need to stop watching Nick play those zombie games do late…”

Then she got up, unicorn held tight under her arm, and hit the light, crawling into bed and covering her head with the covers, shivering as she knew it would be awhile before she found sleep, unicorn or no.