Stranger On The Street
As night crept in, shadows played tricks on my eyes. There was a figure, hovering near Paul’s house, moving in and out of the porch light.
I could feel a chill as I watched the stranger; something felt off. Rocky seemed to sense it too, his ears twitching with every movement.
Instinctively, I pulled Rocky closer. “Who’s that over there?” I muttered, eyes following the figure until it vanished into the night.