All shitless hallows eve coming up.

Okay, so this is a long one, but entirely true. Swear. I may dramatize but this time it isn't needed.


I worked late with an incredibly unnecessary and worthless project this evening. I left What? Inc. at nine o'clock and when I passed the doors out on the yard I got the feeling that something was different. After a few seconds of thinking I realised how dark it was. Wtf, it's never this dark out here. The street lights were out. I couldn't see shit and the light from the entrance wasn't strong enough to even give me the faintest details of the ground and stairs I was heading for.
What I could tell though, was that someone was out there. I heard a grunt and steps moving in front of me along the street. I stopped in my tracks to try and get a look of what/who was out there and to not draw attention to myself, which was kinda unnecessary considering I had a bright white lit entrance behind me, whoever was out there could totally see the whole of me.

It didn't seem to change its path and had now passed 15 feet in front of me and because I was going the other way, I took my chances. I stumbled out on the street, squinting to make out the ground in front of me. It's surprising how uncertain one can get on well known turf when it's in pitch dark. I still heard the grunting and scratching steps behind me and looked. A street light far away in front of the thing that walked there gave me the silhouette. "Oh come on" I thought to myself, when the silhouette looked exactly like Disney's ringer in Notre Dame. Seriously. Hunched over, almost dragging one foot and tilted to the right with something that could be interpreted as a hump. Seeing this when standing in almost pressing darkness with no one around, it gave me chills.

I headed homewards and looked behind me to make sure the humpback hadn't changed direction, and when I couldn't make out where it was going, I walked a little faster.
I looked up and the house that I usually find pretty with it's 1920's style, now only looked scary. The almost full moon hovered over it and blinded me in a grey flighty cloud. The lights in the windows had turned from its usual homeyness to creepy-old-houseness.
"Oh come o.." I thought to myself, but was interrupted by something moving fast in the corner of my eye. I looked to see what it was but all I could make out was a person running 30 feet away, behind some bushes.

The person ran out of my sight into an area to the right of me. "Wtf is GOING ON? It's not halloween yet!" I exclaimed inside my head, not knowing what I've gotten myself into. I shook a mental fist at the scare-alone-girls-at-night-God and tried finding some comfort in the fact that I was closing in on the area where the street lights actually worked. I looked around me and only saw a car on the road, headlights helping me to see the ground. The car passed me and I felt the safeness approach with the lighter parts of the road. I reached the lit ground under the street light and at that instance, the light went out. "OH COME ON!" I said out loud this time. A fading orange bulb glared at me with decreasing intensity. "This is like a really bad scary movie." I thought to myself and kept walking.
After one minute or so something else swooshed past me to my left and headed in on an empty street next to where I was walking. "Fuck, do the cyclist HAVE to be entirely silent tonight? Because that was a cyclist right.."

I started closing in on an area that usually is dark because the street lights there sucks, but this time it was even darker because of the extended outage. The clock tower along the road raised itself against the sky and a faint light was lit in it. I shivered and crossed the street into the parking lot, a shortcut home. I passed the old cottage that had been occupied by a guard some 200 years ago. No one lived there now, and the boarded up windows and worn yard looked menacing in the weak moonlight.

A few cars stood scattered over the big parking surface and the office house towered next to it, dark and abandoned for the night. I had passed most of it when a car screeched in behind me, slowed to a halt and a girl got out. The girl hurried into the darkness of a path in front of me and the car took a slow shortcut over the grass to leave. The windows was fogged up so I couldn't see who was driving.

"Fuck, this has got to be the worst evening-walk home ever." I thought to myself, having a very vivid inner dialog to keep the scary thoughts away. The string of coincidences felt ironic so close to all hallows eve and being the superstitious person that I am, I take nothing for granted. But all this was over the top. I entered another dark area of my walk but this time felt content in knowing that I saw everything around me better then anyone saw me, whiffing away the thought that if something would happen to me here, no one would see it.

I neared my house and a person was walking slowly in front of me. I turned into my little yard and closed in on the door. Looked behind me, and the person had turned and was now walking towards my door. I hastily opened and skipped up the stairs to home. I felt the clean air of wine and beer, and was met with sounds of laughter.

Reality made its presence once more and I was home.
Don't think I'll be needing that scary movie this halloween.