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cold, d

ook, which he held close to him. He had a backpack hanging on his left shoulder

y back to read after lecture was obviously not a good idea today.

. Something he found out was almost impossible to do at home, especially with Jessica always around. So he preferred to study in the college lib

could see people around by this time. But it was different tonight because it had rai

mind. His shirt was soaked through. He didn’t know if it would ever be dry again. The street was wet, but Evan didn’t care that

supposed to be a full moon tonight. Not that he could tell; the

ing the one on this street. Evan figured it was probably some fault caused by the heavy rain, and he was glad that he had his phone with him. He couldn’t imagine

ith a fresh deluge. Evan wiped the water from his eyes with a wet sleeve and smoothed his hair

ooked him a little, yet he hurried on. He would be home in a few minutes, he thought. Where it was warm and cozy. He woul

ly that for a few seconds, Evan doubted if he had actually felt something. The air around

back of his hand in an attempt to see clearly. As he did so, he heard somet

hin

looked around him again. Still nothing. No one. But he could feel something… Somehow, he knew. Felt like he wasn’t alone. Evan cont

slightly, but the man had his head bowed so he couldn’t see his face. The man had long hair, but Evan couldn’t see what colour. His hair was sopping and stringy, forming viscous

ello?” he croaked, and his voice sounded strange even t

t no

van managed to speak again. “Do y

no r

uessed this was probably the work of some guys trying to play some pranks on

ame you’re playing but I’m in no mood for that. It’s not cool, you

ut he didn’t take more than two steps. The man’s head lifted, and a shiver went thr

is man. Something that told him that this was not some sort of prank and i

lex action. His bag slipped from his shoulder and fell to the ground together with his b