I turned to look back and saw an arm swinging in my direction; I took the blow hard to my temple and everything went black.
So did the footsteps behind me.
I looked straight ahead and started walking faster.
My heart was beating so hard that I was sure he could hear it too.
He looked and smelled like your typical homeless man, except for the fact that he was clean shaven.
There was a very strong smell of whisky as I passed him and he looked up at me with menacing eyes.
He wore biker boots that looked very worn out, with black pants and a leather jacket with red stripes on each sleeve.
He was just standing there on the corner. He didn’t notice me at first but I saw him right away.
Everything was normal; that is except for the man in the black hat.
I walked down the same sidewalk and took the short cut through the ale like always.
I was staying late to develop pictures in the dark room and I left well after everyone else was already gone.
But this particular Wednesday night was different.
Every Monday and Wednesday night I go to my photography class from 5:45 to 10 pm.
(Confused? Now read it backwards)
(Halloween inspired story)