Quote:
Late one night, you find yourself in a fairly under populated area of town. You’ve been strangely alone for the past few moments when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. Only a few yards away you see a young woman with tear-stained cheeks and a long white gown. It is difficult to make out any more details; she seems to be running from something. She looks like she is screaming but makes no sound; even her footsteps seem to be silent. If you try to chase her, you will wind up in a dead end—alone, and suddenly, cold. It feels like something has slammed into you and turned your blood to ice, but there’s no one around. No matter what you do, the chill remains until morning—but the image of the woman’s fear-filled face may haunt your dreams for much longer.


Rehearsal had been rough. Ever since the attack at the gardens then his run-in with the cat...Mauvian, whatever he was, Rowan had been off his game. Life felt like it was all falling apart around him. There was too much happening. He went from a world where he knew what was happening to a world that...well...he felt completely lost in. What was going on? Was the world always like this and he was just completely blind to it? That was a sobering thought. He thought he had a general idea of what the world was made up of, but now…

In an effort to clear his mind and think about what his life seemed to be turning into he decided to take a walk. Hoping that the night air would help clear his mind a bit, he opted to wait on heading home. It wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him back there. Trey was likely busy with work, same with mother, and Rowan had no one else who would really care how late he roamed.

The occasional person milled around, but Rowan didn’t seem to notice. His gaze was fixed on the sidewalk at his feet as his small bag bounced against his leg with each stride. In fact, he had been so involved in his own thoughts that he lost track of where he was going. It wasn’t until he realized that not a single soul had passed him in quite a while that he lifted his head.


“Where am I?” The street wasn’t familiar. There were some restaurants open, a bar further down the street, but that was about it, and even then, there was no one around.

Someone moved to his right and he turned toward them to find a woman standing there. “I am sorry, I didn’t see…Are you alright?” The tear-stained cheeks, mascara running down her face worried Rowan. He stepped towards her and she took off away from her as if terrified of something, or him. “Wait!” He yelled after her taking off in pursuit. Tired legs pumped as hard as they could to catch up with her. She led him down winding alleyways as side streets.

Turning down another alleyway he was forced to skid to a halt when he came upon a brick wall blocking his path and his mysterious woman gone. “Miss?” He yelled while turning around himself in spot.

A cold wave washed over him as if he was dunked into a tub of freezing cold water.

BAM!

Something hit him and he stumbled backward “The hell!” The word flew from his mouth as his blood turned cold. There was no one. Absolutely no one around. Was this possibly one of those negaverse people he’d been told about? Maybe one of those creatures? Wait...another spider? But wouldn’t all of those be able to be seen?

Suddenly, Rowan felt completely unsure about himself. Backing up and away from the brick wall he nearly ran into, he quickly began to retrace his steps back the way he came. At that point, he was ready to find his way back to his vehicle and head home.

wc: 524