It was about 11PM. There was virtually no moon in the night sky. The wind hit my cheeks a cold blade. I was walking home from a friend's house. The neighborhood seemed now, a darker more sinister version then earler that day. There was total absence of color. The gardens, the cars and the sky had all blended together into a dark shadowy grey existence that floted low and wide down each street. The voices of children's aughter were replaced by arguing drunks as they swayed in unison down the walkway. I was two blocks from home when I heard the footsteps. The sound of heavy boot heals were drumming the pavemet and increasing in speed. Then it stopped. A heavy hand eveloped my shoulder. I spun around and my mouth covered by the other. I felt his switch blade open to the side of my neck. He grabbed me by the hair from the back of my head and pulled me between two houses. A women saw me through her kitchen widow and I saw the fear overtake her too as she simply pul...
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