<< NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT >>
I have always disliked walking alone at night. The bus dropped me at a different junction, leaving me with no other choice than to take this path home. The only times I ever took this path was during the day,even then it still sent chills down my spine with its obscure serenity. As I walked down the path, wide enough to take about seven people at once. The forest that embodies this path was moderately thick, thick enough for someone to hide without been noticed. I couldn't help but wonder what dirty deeds goes on in there. Rituals and the likes. I kept distracting myself with beautiful thoughts but it didn't help, I was trying so hard to save myself from a panic attack. There was a full moon, it was beautiful but it didn’t hesitate to remind me of the possibility of werewolves been real. I kept on walking, trying to focus on the sweet scent of the night. Suddenly ,I heard voices ahead, male voices. My heart sank as goose bumps rose all over my body. I was scared. ...