Thrills

At each illuminated area I approached, I regained my confidence and composure, my strength. The strength which leaves with the brightness.

My name is Ricia, a young pretty lady who loves taking evening-night strolls. Taking short walks just before bedtime was a kind of secret therapy that mounts my calmness and inner peace.

I heard the men exclaim in dismay when the electricity that propelled the station where they watched football matches was cut out. Their sharp roar thundered across the streets and just as it died out, darkness engulfed everywhere.

With fear, I increased my pace. I could still trace my way back home despite the heavy darkness that loomed. Finding my way shouldn't be hard because I regularly used the paths.

I was about to sing and lighten the air but a force held my throat, I couldn't find my voice.
I struggled to shake the fears that were creeping in on me but it wouldn't.
My heartbeat raced and the wind blew at my face, the kind that made whistling noises. I trembled and each time I tried to find my balance, I heard sounds of a person from behind, and when I turn, I wouldn't see a person.

The night was going to be my last, my heart wept. My mum can't bear it, she won't stop looking for me.
Was brought back to reality when an owl screeched right in my ears, having me jump and scream for help.

After I realized what made the sound, I started off running and I heard footsteps running behind me too. I was muttering words of prayer and threw my legs as far as I could but I was caught, whoever or whatever that was chasing me must have taken a shortcut and emerged in front of me because I ran into a black blindfold.

I was able to maneuver them, dragging the blindfold from my face still running.
At last I flung the door to my room open, scampered in and locked.

After I got my strength back, I gazed at the blindfold on my hand and it was a black nylon. Did I really see any figure?
The wind blew light objects around then and I must have ran into...