The Street Horrors Follow story

I've been living here in this place for a while now, and although it's not as nice as the big city I'm used to (due to the fact that there are few resources nearby), I feel happy to be here, because I'm finally going to have peace.

At least...

That's what I want to believe!

It's been a few days now and I've been overcome by an immense dark energy that seems to spring from my heart!

This force fills me with fear and makes my whole body shake (especially arms and legs). So I hug myself as I walk down the dark street as if I'm feeling very cold, even though it's hot.

I'm uncomfortable with the idea of ​​someone thinking I'm sick, since it doesn't make sense for me to be cold.

But I can't do anything different from that! It's the best way I've found to disguise my tremors.

It is more or less at this point on the street that the strange shadow appears.

Once again I look behind me trying to see who it belongs to, but there is no one there!

"It's just me on the street, heading alone towards my night school and despite the bad lighting I really have nothing to worry about." – I repeat, to myself, until I believe it.

— Oh!

This time I screamed.

I couldn't control myself.

Now the dark spot seemed to almost be able to grab me!

What will I do?

I look back over my shoulder once more.

There's no one there.

I quicken my pace.

One big step at a time.

I need to arrive.

Will it be my hair?

It's better to tie it up.

Creak, creak, creak, creak...

I start listening.

Now I know for sure!

It's someone walking.

I look and...

"Ah!", luckily for me this time I screamed only in my mind.

The man in the turtleneck looks at me strangely and walks ahead of me.

But I couldn't see his face properly, it's very dark and he walks faster than me.

Honestly, I would like to know which street he came from.

He left?

I didn't see any corners.

I better stop looking for the corner, I almost lost my balance stepping on that gap.

Keeping my gaze straight ahead I realize that the post is right there.

Not long before the enlightened one.

"Keep focus."

I'll make it.

One more day.

I go to school.

Will not give up.

I stay away from walls (I'm afraid I won't be able to escape).

The darker the street gets, the more my fear increases.

But I have to go, there is no way to get me there on time.

Am I afraid of the dark? – I try to give logic to my reaction.

After all, every logical situation has a solution.

Same spot but this time the shadow doesn't appear.

Great.

I remain confident wrapped in my own arms, maintaining control of my movements (even against the will of each of my limbs!).

I am the owner of my body and I will not allow myself to lose control because of beliefs and superstitions.

— Oh... – Where did he come from?, I wonder.

Will he be the same man as before?

I don't know. I didn't see his face.

Two people in front.

But how can they already be here?

Just now I was looking there and I didn't see anyone.

One passes by my side and the other goes onto the sidewalk to my right.

I keep an eye out to see where it goes but it disappears in the same way it appeared. And the man who was behind me and who just now overtook me...

Where is it?

I'm stressed! I might just be stressed!

— You... Don't you want to walk me home? – I ask desperately, clinging to the arm of the boy who talks to me at school, trying to hide the fear in my voice so he doesn't notice.

— For what? – he asks suspiciously.

— Just so... You know where I live. – I really shouldn't do that!, I think.

— Ah... It's late. Other...

— He comes! – I can't, I don't want to let him give up going with me and I pull his arm tightly.

He walks with me for a few moments but, as if I were a dangerous creature, he suddenly stops when he sees the dark street so that only I follow. As my arm was wrapped around his, I jolted and almost fell backwards.

— What it was?

— It works until here.

— This is my street, come on. – I walk towards the beginning of the darkness alone, beckoning him to come to me.

— But where do you live?

— It's over there. Let's go! – I grab his arm again.

He starts to walk with me but seems to believe I'm leading him into a trap.

He starts to apologize saying that he has to go to bed early this time but that he can visit me on Saturday afternoon if I teach him the way over the phone. And he lets go of my arm intertwined with his hands in the meantime. Then go.

I no longer knew what arguments to use to justify his company. So all I can do is make some speech-starting sounds, without ever uttering anything and letting it go.

So I face the street I have to follow every day. And bravely, I will. But before I get halfway there...

I was right! I was right! He is behind me!

On the other side of the street, in the midst of the tenderest darkness, a human figure runs after me to the point of crossing the road diagonally to reach me.

With "my heart in my throat" I try to convince myself that I ran in vain due to the confusion caused by my own tension, but no!

It's coming after me, determined, and I almost let myself be captured as I get dizzy after straightening my gaze ahead again.

Arriving home unharmed, convince me that it was nothing more than a nightmare, just because I couldn't get used to the new environment.

But the things that start to happen in the neigborhood the following week make me no longer deny it.

The neighbors start to call me crazy, ugly, disgusting... And other things, just like in my previous home.

I've never had any problems with anyone here. And if I've never treated anyone badly, that's a pretty abnormal attitude.

There was no other answer: The bullying began.

So, that means...

They found me!

Not this one!

I will never have peace and quiet again.

I won't be able to leave anymore!

The streets will no longer be safe for me!

But they force me to keep going out.

They torment me so I can finish school!

Dazed, trying to find reason with my head buried under my pillow in my bed, I look for ways and regain balance in my emotions.

I turn over on my back again and giving up hiding in the pillow I decide: I'm going to try just one more time! – I say to the ceiling.

I'm walking alone down the street again.

This time, I'll be quick.

I'm so determined to take long steps that I forget to hug myself and continue with my hands strangely stretched out to the sides with my arms straight and stiff downwards.

I feel better than I have in the last few days, my legs don't shake.

But the dark fear begins to envelop my body again and a dark energy seems to weigh on my back.

I won't look!

I won't let fear make me act crazy.

Again, from the same place they came to chase me yesterday, someone comes.

He was going to get ahead of me, but he decided to stay behind me.

I do not like this!

He's following almost alongside me.

Did you see that I tried to bring back reinforcements with me?

Is that why you are rushing your action?

Whatever it is, I can't confirm it. Because I can't give you a chance to grab me.

Walking away is difficult. He is fast.

I see your shadow come closer, closer.

It's him! It's him!

Suddenly I run at a run and I start to believe I can only hear my footsteps again.

I can only be wrong, I can only...

— Oh! Let me go! Let me go! Me...

— Calm! It is me. – the person who grabbed me while I was walking in circles madly around the rest of the street trying to find my pursuer, was my acquaintance. - Are you well?

— I am.

Embarrassed, after class I don't say a word to him.

I hug myself (because I haven't stopped shaking since then) and go quickly (hoping that no one will notice that I'm missing).

I follow, and as I follow, every time I notice a shadow behind me, but it doesn't seem to be as big as the one from the last few days.

My heavy breathing no longer lets me hear the noises from the street and I no longer know if anyone else is walking besides me or not.

Arriving close to the lit corner that is actually my street, I notice a strange movement close to the ground, right at the curve of the sidewalk. I hear noises too.

I feel my heart pushing hard against my chest (it wants to come out).

A hand grabs my shoulder from behind me!

I fight, punch, again and again, until my arm is stopped. So I push with my knee... And it's at that moment that I realize who it is.

I was going to try to explain it to you, but it's impossible.

Or maybe... it's not.

The black creature with a misshapen face rose from the ground, looking crooked-headed in our direction.

— Calm! Why are you so nervous? Could you explain to me?

No sound comes out of my mouth, I just point in the direction behind him and that's all the explanation I needed.

I'm not sure, as I didn't have time to look at his face, but I know he looked terrified.

— Run. – he says muffledly, without making an exclamation.

Believing in his courage, I run trying to head to my street, to my house.

The thing comes after me and I barely have time to try to identify the mangled body it was feasting on.

He wants me, he wants my soul!

Bullying is intentional. To make me leave home in search of an environment where I won't hear the mistreatment and thus become its victim.

I hear feet stomping heavily behind me and then an arm stretches out, a hand takes mine and starts pulling me forward, dragging me.

Just a few steps away from home, to safety, to freedom!

When I get home, I can't explain it.

Just on instinct, I lock the door as soon as I enter, not wanting to know if he wants to stay locked in here.

— So... Was that it? You could have spoken.

— And would you accompany me if I told you that I was being hunted by a dark being that you would have to face barehanded to protect me?

— No way!

— That's what I thought.

— And what is that?

— I already told you.

— And what was he messing with? Meat? Was he eating meat off the ground?

— If you want to believe that discarded meat forms a pool of blood around itself... – I don't want to explain anything!

I just want to know when it's possible to send him away.

For some reason his gogó doesn't stop jumping while he speaks. This is so annoying!

— Why do you look at the windows so much? He comes here?

— Can you stop talking, please? I'm trying to think. – I throw my arms up in exasperation and then jump back in terror. My arms shake almost like swimming and he says to me while he grabs me by the waist: So... Is he coming to your house?

— Has he never done this before?

— Serious? So why were you "looking" in the windows?

I let go, pick up the broom. I have a gun (I think).

The being leaves the bedroom window and heads to the back.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" is all my mind wants to think.

He is in the kitchen.

— Where is the key? – he asks, slamming the door.

I need to know if he will make it in.

— The key! – This time he screams.

— I don't know! I think I left it there!

And now! He's opening the window.

I convince myself of my weakness, put down the broom and look for the holy water.

I picked up the bottle and he fell. But I didn't play anything...

Confused, I don't know whether to try to close the window or what.

In the next window he runs towards the room and the shadow follows.

"I thought he was going to run away."

Things are furious and will not let go of the blow that led to their downfall.

That wasn't my intention. I just thought it would serve to keep it away from me.

I need to leave, I need to help.

But he locked the door.

I open the window with everything in my being telling me to stay here.

Not even my legs want to obey me. I have to pull them one by one out the window so I can jump.

I continue staggering because my body doesn't want to follow and with that, it purposefully makes my knee fail with each step.

A girl, a victim and a carcass.

It was all or nothing and this thing liked "full house".

Giving up on him and coming after my giving up, the being was preparing to cut my throat.

He would delight in the sight of my blood dripping onto the floor and devour my flesh, even though he had already fed, because his goal was me, and because his hunger never stopped.

Wrapped in his shadow, I don't think about anything, trying not to see the future that would illustrate if I didn't block it.

In a squeak, I can do it.

The sound of his shrill noises prove that the knife dipped in holy water that I took with me was capable of wounding him and I expect his death.

Should he strike once more?

I don't know.

I see it shrink and stretch toward the darkness.

I leave my street and I go to the boy who followed me, trying to see if he's alive, even though it's my biggest mistake.

And he's fine.

But I need to move again, or maybe they want me to explain the broken body that I can't even imagine whose body it is.

And so I go, without being able to find peace of mind anywhere, because somehow it finds me and I don't know how to defeat it.

And all this was the fault of a crazy woman, who performed an evil ritual, out of jealousy of a novice, who she considered too beautiful and therefore a threat capable of preventing her from dating a boy who didn't even like her!

And now this is how I am: Neither a nun, nor normal. Not being able to go either way for the safety of everyone around me.