Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-40162417-20190814130044

It almost felt as though she were being followed. The quiet breezes that sometimes brushed past the people of her town after horrible storms now seemed to howl like shrieking, angered monsters that wanted to drag her back to where she once stood. Narrowed, glowing, slit-pupiled eyes seemed to peer from ever corner and nook and cranny, but of course, those were probably just her imagination. Or fireflies.