A Night of Suspense

I walked on briskly, essay non to look back. Some consistency was following me. I could feel it. I continued to walk, counting my treads, making sure I didnt step on any cracks believe me, Im not the superstitious kind, however, yet, I entangle wary. Splat. A raindrop landed right on my nose and it dripped overpower my face. I hated the rain, every drop on your head feels like an crank that is world smashed on your face. I wiped the rain of my glasses with my gloves. i step, two steps, three steps. I stopped for a exit light. Did I hear a fourth step?I must be imagining things. The image of a walking man turned green and I crossed the road and went into Adeline Street, where a huge wind hit me. It was much(prenominal) a cold wind, it gave me the shivers and for a second I gasped. I zipped up my leather jacket even higher, buried myself under my scarf, and continued walking. though the scarf covered my whole face now, I was aware of a faint scent, smelling like rotten eggs , rotting bodies frankly, anything rotten. I looked some to see what it could be approach from.Surely the mailbox on the left couldnt be the cause. It looked as it had on the nose been painted and when I sniffed it, it was obvious it smelled the same as every other mailbox. What about the flowers on the right? I was just about to bend down to investigate this, when I saying something move from the right corner of my eye. About a tenth of a second later, something threw itself against my leg. I screamed and I wouldve kept screaming if I wouldnt have seen the cat that looked up at me with shining eyes, looking as if it was sorry to have s anxietyd me.It was just a cat- I laughed nervously. I bent down and patted it on the head. I kept on walking through the endless street. 15 steps, 16 steps, 17 steps. I stopped. I heard a 18th step, and swivelled my head around the curiosity was in like manner much. A sudden gust threw my scarf up and into my face just as a shadow darted past me. I whirled trying to accredit a solid shape but finding nothing but darkness. The night was cold colder than usual. I squinted as I looked about myself again, the quick-frozen mist stinging my eyes.I continued walking forwards, focusing on the swinging tap of my shoes of the concrete slabs that make up the pavement and was care to match my stride to width of each tile as to stay off the crakes that threatened to trip me. I glanced back again, my rhythm faltering as I looked out into the haze that made the world shimmer and warp. Im being paranoid I told myself, working it into my steps like a mantra. Tap, tap, and tap. Not the the great(p) of my shoes by the sound of rain just as the mottle had finally begun to lift. I groaned as the disjointed clatter of the sudden down pour disrupted my steps. Stop being paranoid I state aloud to myself, frustrated by my own foolishness, huffing. I dont hypothesise youre paranoid, someone whispered in my ear. Heart racing, I swivelled my whole body and whipped out my umbrella as defence. Are you alright, mate? the silhouette asked, placing a hand on my tense shoulder. Yeah, I muttered, relaxing a little, thanks. I walked on briskly home, not looking back once. *** As shortly as I walked into my front approach, I knew something was wrong. My wife, genus genus Melissa, had her head in her hands, fairish curls falling out of her usually-neat bun. Hello, darling I chirruped, nervously. Whats wrong? I pulled a chair, and sat down next to her. I slowly took the envelope from underneath her elbow and opened it, wearily. What was written inside, still makes me shudder to think about it. It read Roses are red, violets are blue, there is no escaping, I am going to get you. Its a death threat. Melissa whispered. Ive been getting them at work, and the children are getting similar messages on their MooshMonsters and Facebook profile. No, they must be hoaxes. You know from kids.. April fools? I stammered, not sure what to do. Yeah, Melissa whipped her nose on her sleeve and got up, Do you want some teatime? I nodded, and folded up the message, written in a familiar handwriting, in red. This went on for weeks Melissa and I kept getting similar messages and the kids online profiles were alter with the like. One night, after I put the children to bed, I heard a knock on the door. I called out to Melissa to open the door. The door kept on knocking. alright, Im coming, Im coming I shouted, rushing down the stairs. As I opened the door, I saw a quick flash of red, and a big red parcel on the doorstep.I picked it up and glanced at the tag- it read I am coming for you, there is no escape. A man who never embraces the thorn, does not deserve the rose. I stepped outside and saw some children running, laughing. Stupid, kids. Think this is funny, do you? I slammed the door shut and sat down. I threw away the parcel, not even opening to see the contents. The following night, I was in bed, when I got a te xt from an unknown number. Im coming for you. dependable you wait, you shall pay- in blood. A sudden rage filled me with anger, as I stabbed at the keys to reply. Who are you? What are you