Street Haunting, Short story

They had to kick me out. So maybe I was being a little crazy, and maybe I was being a little loud, but I was just having fun. And if that’s a crime throw me in jail. My mind switched from defending myself to trying to find my way home. This is much easier when the street signs aren’t spinning. A cool breeze blew by me and I tightened up my jacket. The only thin on my mind was getting home and getting warm. I walked down the street to the intersection and looked at the street sign. I wasn’t far from home, but still this city gives me the creeps at night. I’ve heard people say it’s beautiful at night, but how can a city be beautiful when it housed a notorious murder, which struck only at night. I know these murders took place over 100 years ago and he murdered prostitutes, but c’mon it’s scary stuff.

            I move down the street quickly, with brick houses on either side of me rushing by. I hear a noise come from behind me and turn. Nothing. All right that was a little freaky. I keep moving down the street. I chuckle at myself as I continue. How could I think someone was following me? I’m just being paranoid. As I round a corner I take another glance behind me. I see a figure about 20 meters behind me. Okay where did that guy come from? Whatever I’m sure it’s not that bad. I’ll be fine. Still for safety I might want to walk a little quicker. I turn to look behind me to see the figure behind me getting closer. This is not good. Should I make a run for it? I look back and see the figure even closer. Yes…yes I should. I begin to sprint down the street. I sprint so fast I can barely tell what I’m running past. All I know is I’m on an empty street. Why did I have to pick the emptiest street in London? I keep sprinting until I get to my door. I begin to fumble through my pockets looking for my keys. I keep looking but can’t find them. Shit I might have left them at the bar. I look to my left to see the figure coming towards me. I let out a scream. “Please don’t hurt me,” I yell.

            “I won’t” I look to see the bartender who just kicked me out. “You forgot these.” I look at his outstretched hand, and see my keys in his palm. “Thank you.” I say.

            “Don’t mention it” he replied. “By the way you shouldn’t run home. You’ll miss the city. It is beautiful at night.”