JESSICA BERKELEY.
The wind cuts harder on the way back.
I don’t know when the quiet stopped feeling peaceful or when the time became so late.
The path stretches ahead, narrow and uneven, trees pressing in from both sides like they’re closing the distance and somehow, it's casting more eerie shadows than I thought it would.
I should’ve turned back earlier. I know that now.
My steps slow when the cold air gives me goosebumps on my skin even though I have a coat on.
Then I stop suddenly when I hear a c***k behind me.
Something is wrong.
It feels strange and it gives me the shrill of someone being behind me. Watching and following me.
“There’s been someone around. A stranger. People have seen him near the edges of town. Just… standing. Watching."
Margaret's words resound in my head a
