The Runner


A ringing took over my right ear. As if part of my senses gave out.

There was a sudden tension in the air. My focus seemed to zoom outward to distinguish everything I could. The quick screeching of the chair leg on concrete from across the yard dialed my senses in.

Barely enough time to link the stimulus and the sensation before a solid wind crumpled a path through the high grass ahead of me. There were the distinct sounds of heavy steps as this occurred, and the motion-activated lights which hung on the wooden fence consecutively shone in my direction as a linear alarm.

Only the brutal sprint of something massive could do this. But there was no earthly impetus in sight.

There was no body, but there was breath.

Harsh, hungry breath.

In my ear.

Next to me.


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