When I reached the end of the street, on that warm and calm night like most nights, I noticed a figure clad in black standing there near the streetlamp.
All the hairs at the back of my neck suddenly stood up and terror pricked me good everywhere.
It had no face and yet, at the same time, I could see the faces of everything that I was so afraid of.
So terrified I am until now that I don’t want to speak of what I have seen (and felt while looking) at its hollow face.
It’s making its rounds, so try to traverse wide roads that bend around the corner with a streetlamp.