Autumn mist
hung in the air
heavy,
close to the ground,
A sense or foreboding,
hair stands on end,
almost no sound.
A footstep
behind you
thud,
as it hits the ground,
You want to look forward,
keep looking ahead
but you look around.
No one
behind you
shocked,
you hasten your pace,
Heart beating quickly,
You still feel you’re followed,
The steps with no face.
Featured in Episode 11 – Diving into bone – Halloween special!
