You are walking along a dark and abandoned street. Heavy fog and a recent rain add to a sense of foreboding, but you try to reassure yourself. You stop and glance back for a moment before continuing. You are almost at your destination, you are almost there. You hear a sound as if someone is walking behind, it sounds as if someone is trying to step in unison with your steps. Stopping to listen, the steps cease as well.
You hurry along the rain-soaked streets, thinking of your warm room and the faces of friendly people in the inn that you have been inhabiting for the last few days. You have to get there. The sound of steps behind you become more pronounced as you move from street to street. You start to see shadows against the oil lamps to the side and you glance to look.
There is nobody there. There is nothing there, but the shadows say different. Only a few more blocks to safety. Only a few more hundred steps to the threshold of the inn and the inviting room in it. It is not that far to go. A shadow crosses behind you and you turn to look. A shadow crosses to your left and you turn to look. There is nothing.
The fog seems thicker now as you splash through puddles of rain water. The only sounds coming from frantic shoes and a distant bell. Only three blocks to go, that is all. Only three blocks to safety and a welcoming environment. You are almost there. You are safe now. This is an experience that you will share with the others as you sit in front of the fireplace at the inn. "What an experience!" you tell yourself as you turn the final corner and...
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