You decide to pick up the pace a little.
Though it is not uncommon for people to be out at this time of night, you couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of unease.
You notice that the presence behind you is keeping pace with you so you speed up to a brisk power walk.
Still there.
You are starting to feel genuine concern.
You enter a jog but still the presence persists.
Concern gives way to fear and you enter a dead sprint.
You can feel the presence giving chase.
Who the hell is chasing me!? You think to yourself.
You do not dare look behind you.
You zig and zag down the street in an attempt to shake off your pursuer but they are proving exceptionally stubborn.
Your really starting to panic at this point, you have no idea who’s chasing you and why but you figure it can’t possibly be good.
As you round the corner you see the pub dead ahead.
Your heart soars with hope for potential salvation.
The people in the pub can protect you from your assailant.
Provided you can reach it of course.
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