Since it's Friday 13th i will be making a quick horror story.
It's 3AM again and it's the best time for a run. The feeling of cold fresh air going through my nose, my body working it's ass off first thing in the morning before i even remember i'm awake, before the sun remembers it exists is so refreshing. Today was a normal day like the rest of them. Cold, still at night, my shoes as always were filled with dirt from the last run. I beat them on the floor to take the inside dirt and put them on ready for another ride. I don't bring my phone with me cause running is like meditation and i like focusing on the movement, looking around the street, finding new paterns and sometimes weird stuff like a drunk neighbor or something.
As i put my feet outside the door something stops me before closing it behind me. A sudden weird feeling, a shiver down my neck, aching for me to come inside again. Nonsense. I've always went out like this, there's nothing to be afraid of, even if the streets are unusually quiet for this hour since there are lots of bars around my neighborhood which would still be filled. Maybe they closed off sooner today. I lock the door behind me and begin my run.
Ah the amazing air feeling my lungs, almost makes me forget last night's nightmare. These days i've been having these weird nightmares, you see? of an old man, with wrinkles under his deep black eyes, a groing smile from ear to ear, wearing a coat and holding a knife next to my bed. As soon as i close my eyes he is gone. But it's been a few months like this. Although i've never seen this man in my life, it keeps appearing in my house, in my mind, like a parasite.
Anyway, the run goes calm, i try to alter my speed from time to time to not get tired so easily, just thinking about this makes my adrenaline boost up. As i go down the street i see my neighborns houses all closed with the lights turned off as usual but the bars near it are weird. Some of them have broken windows and shattered glass all over the floor now. Others are barricaded with wood blocks. Whatever the hell happend here? I stop my tracks, I'm thinking of turning back now, but as soon as i do this i hear steps behind me stopping at the same time. That shiver comes back again. What the hell? There was no one here with me? right ? i move on waking as if i'm just resting from my run pretending i'm not worried, i don't look back. But the steps. Double steps. I'm not alone. What should i do? Should i run? Look behind me? Damn, why didn't i bring my phone? pretend i'm going to my neighborns house?
It's getting closer, the thing is going faster, at this point i start running as fast as i can. But this little shit seems to be faster than me. Now the cold air and the calm night doesnt seem so inviting and comforting but haunting. I try to turn my head around for one second, thinking if i should confront the beast. But there's nothing there. I stop. The steps stop too. Maybe it was all in my head? I haven't been sleeping well lately anyway. How silly, what a relief- As i turn around to continue my run, the old man stands right behind me, with his big smile and dark eyes. I freeze. God. What-. It opens its mouth. I'm devoured.
I'm writing her last thoughts here, she was so tasty...