The Whisper : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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Walking home under the stars is a feeling unlike any other. The moonlight illuminating the path as the cool breeze brushes by, the perfect cool to follow up an eventful evening.

The sound of silence, trailed only by light foot falls against the pavement.

Approaching another turn in the road my phone began to buzz lightly against my thigh; as I looked down and reached to grab it I heard a feint ‘hey..’ on the opposite side of the road. I wasn’t sure what to make of this.. The roads are usually deserted save for a passing bird or the occasional car.

I decided to walk a bit faster. my destination was getting closer now. The foot falls going from light to hurried as I quickened my pace, staying alert as I moved swiftly down the road.

As I neared my house, I could see someone.. something in the distance; a shadow, darker than the blackness that loomed over the streets, not even the moonlight could illuminate the figure that stood before me. I froze, without anywhere else to turn I continued moving forward, maybe I could sneak past, maybe, just maybe, it was nothing.

I crossed the road, as I reached the center I heard another whisper behind me ‘hey..’ close enough for me to shiver, quickly I turned rotating swiftly to look behind me. Nothing, not but an empty crossroads and a passing car. I turned back to face the direction I was heading, before I could lift my head I could see feet infront of mine. Shadowey yet somehow pale white feet directly in front of mine followed by a feint whisper…

‘hey…’

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