...he same time. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself to keep me warm.
A gust of wind ruffled my hair, and gave my pale arms goose bumps. I pursed my lips and continued walking.
But that’s when I heard it.
The soft kind, as if they were trying to sneak up on you. Like they were trying to scare you, trying not to make a noise if possible.
I looked around and my grandmothers voice rang in my ears:
“They lurked in the darkness when the moon was the highest in the dark sky,”
I shook that thought away. That was a fairytale; a myth. It was just some person doing what I was doing. A person going on a simple walk. Simple.
But that’s when I heard his voice, “Are you cold?” It was quiet, yet scary. It seemed to fit the silence and it gave me a shiver. His voice seemed to carry to me by a gust of wind, yet I saw noeone.
“Where are you?” I demand, trying to sound confident, but my voice came out shivering.
I heard him laugh.
“Right here,” I turned by head to the right, but saw yet again, nothing. “Or, here.” I looked in the opposite direction but saw nothing.
“Stop playing games,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. When I was done, I heard him laughing again.
“You interest me, girl.” It rasped, and I grew ...