I’m walking down the street but I get the strangest feeling some one is following me, but every time I look back no one is there. Finally one time when I look back I see someone not 25 feet away from me. He is wearing a red cloak and his eyes are glowing a bright crimson red from under his hood. I turn and begin to run. I hear a voice echoing from all around me shouting things at me from left and right. Resounding continuously. It feels like I’m moving but I’m making no progress. I feel the man grab me from behind and turn me. It’s no longer the person that was in the cloak just a moment ago. It’s me. I’m looking into my own eyes. But they seem older. More worn and worried. They are glazed over. I look almost dead. I’m looking into the face of what I would be.
this is why i've been so scared lately
