Ghost Face

You were walking through the city at night when you wandered into some alley. The song "the way I see things" was playing in your headphones. The darkness of the alleys, the light from the multi-story buildings standing nearby and illuminating the graffiti of talented teenagers. At some point, your hands began to freeze, your fingers took on a pink tint, so you decided to hide them in your jacket pocket. A man was walking ahead, his palms were wrapped in gloves and his head was down. It was hard to see anything more, but you simply crossed to the opposite side of the road from him. This silhouette passed by you, although it seemed to you that he was very close, as if trying to find answers to his strange questions in you. You walked on, but when you were approaching the turn, you saw the same man who had passed you a few minutes ago. This time his face could be seen thanks to the lantern that illuminated it. His mouth was open, as if he was silently screaming. But there was nothing scary in this scream. It beckoned to you. You didn't notice how you were standing two steps away from it. His body moved closer to stand as close as possible. "-I came for your soul, my dear" he said sweetly "-or for your body..."