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Be Careful What You Wish For Chpt 3.
Chapter 3:
Alan’s breath hitched in his throat, and his body stiffened as he stared at the figure in the distance. The outline was blurred, barely discernible in the dimming light, but unmistakably human—or at least, it looked human. It didn’t move. It just stood there, unnervingly still, watching him.
His mind raced. Was this it? The answer? Or was this something far worse?
He wanted to call out, but his throat was dry, the words lodged in his chest like stones. The figure remained motionless, a dark silhouette against the dying light. Alan's heart pounded in his ears, and despite the eerie stillness of the world around him, he felt the growing tension, the creeping realization that this wasn’t a friendly face.
Slowly, almost instinctively, Alan backed away, his footsteps careful and quiet. The street was long and open, offering no cover. If he ran, there was nowhere to hide. But staying here felt like waiting for something far more terrifying than loneliness.
The figure still didn’t move. But Alan could feel the weight of its gaze, heavy and penetrating, as if it could see right through him. And then, without warning, the figure shifted.
A step forward.
Alan’s pulse skyrocketed. He stumbled backward, almost tripping over his own feet. He turned quickly and broke into a run, his briefcase dropping to the ground,...
Alan’s breath hitched in his throat, and his body stiffened as he stared at the figure in the distance. The outline was blurred, barely discernible in the dimming light, but unmistakably human—or at least, it looked human. It didn’t move. It just stood there, unnervingly still, watching him.
His mind raced. Was this it? The answer? Or was this something far worse?
He wanted to call out, but his throat was dry, the words lodged in his chest like stones. The figure remained motionless, a dark silhouette against the dying light. Alan's heart pounded in his ears, and despite the eerie stillness of the world around him, he felt the growing tension, the creeping realization that this wasn’t a friendly face.
Slowly, almost instinctively, Alan backed away, his footsteps careful and quiet. The street was long and open, offering no cover. If he ran, there was nowhere to hide. But staying here felt like waiting for something far more terrifying than loneliness.
The figure still didn’t move. But Alan could feel the weight of its gaze, heavy and penetrating, as if it could see right through him. And then, without warning, the figure shifted.
A step forward.
Alan’s pulse skyrocketed. He stumbled backward, almost tripping over his own feet. He turned quickly and broke into a run, his briefcase dropping to the ground,...
