wrong moment, wrong place, wrong person.
i turn around.
the path i just walked has already been encased in darkness.
i face forward again.
something flits briefly in my peripheral.
a grisly smile, a sickly laugh--
it wasn't me.
imagination, imagination, imagination.
i can't even see my hands.
but i had nothing to worry about, right?
a shriek of giggles resounds through the tunnel.
it's a dead end.
what could be worse?