ENDWORLDS TALES

Everybody around me was frozen in time and standing like statues, including people in cars, men on bicycles, and babies in strollers. I was the only one who seemed to be moving and able to think. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and I was the only one left. I walked through the streets, trying to understand what was happening. I looked for someone, anyone, who might be able to explain this strange phenomenon to me. But there was no one. Just rows and rows of frozen people, all staring straight ahead with empty eyes. As I walked, I began to feel a creeping sense of dread. Something was wrong here, something beyond my understanding. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I spun around, but there was nothing there. Just more frozen people. I tried to calm my racing heart and continue on my way. But the noise came again, louder this time. I turned and saw a figure emerging from the shadows. It was a man, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of hatred. And as he reached out towards me, I realized with a start that he was not frozen like the others. He was moving, and he was coming for me. I stumbled back, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to get out of there, but where could I go? The frozen world stretched out in all directions, offering no escape. And as the man closed in on me, I knew that I was trapped. I turned and ran, but I knew it was too late. The man was right behind me, his ragged breath hot on my neck. And as I felt his cold hands close around my throat, I knew that this was the end. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the worst. And then...