Footsteps

He was trying to hide from his thoughts, but he could hear them from his position

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PROMPT: As he waited for the shower to warm, he noticed that he could hear water change temperature.

The water was freezing. He was trying to hide from his thoughts, but he could hear them from his position. He knew exactly where they were coming from.

He had a sense that his mind would be broken if he did not move. So he stood up from the shower, which was beginning to become uncomfortably warm. He slipped into his trousers and slipped out of his shorts, and then he grabbed his shirt and slipped them off, before he stepped out into the hallway. He threw his clothes on the floor and took off his shoes.

There were no rooms, only a corridor. The only door was a dead end. The water was warming up, and he had no idea how much time had passed since he had last seen it. He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. He had to keep his eyes open, for as he walked, he noticed that his own legs felt a bit numb.

As he walked, he began to hear more footsteps coming from the direction of the door. He could not help but look towards the direction they were coming from. It was so dark that he could not see clearly. His eyes continued to adjust as he walked, but his vision was still a little fuzzy.

One of the footsteps stopped. He heard it open a door and close it behind the person who was in the room. He heard a click and the door shut. He heard the footsteps resume their walk and walk forward a little more, before they stopped again. He could not make out any sound that they made, but he could see them at the end of the corridor. They were slowly walking towards him.

‘What did you see? What did you hear? And why are they following you?’

He heard the footfalls stop. He could see the shape of their shoes against the floor as they walked past him, away from him, towards the door he had just opened.

He was not alone. There were other footsteps coming from the same direction. They were closer than his own, but they were also somewhat muffled.

He turned around. He could see the door was closed and locked. He opened it and stepped in.

The hallway was empty. There were no signs of anyone.

He walked out into the street, and walked in the opposite direction. He could not see the house. He could not hear the door open or close. He could not hear any voices or footsteps. He felt calm, and he felt stronger. He was no longer afraid.

He walked faster and faster. He knew that he would eventually make it home. He walked past the church and then began to walk away. He was so tired, but he felt so safe and so sure that he was going to make it home. He had no desire to go to the bathroom, so he walked in the direction of the house. He walked over the creeks and down the hills. He walked through the woods and across the fields. He did not look back.

He was not sure when he arrived home, but he knew that it was late at night. The lights of the city had faded, and he had no idea how long it had been since he had last seen them.

He felt tired. He felt so incredibly tired, but he had done all that he could. He felt much calmer than when he left. He felt like he had done more than enough. He felt alive.

He had found an answer to his own question, but he had lost himself in his answers. He had lost his mind.

He was walking home from the bookstore, and as he reached the final steps to his house, he felt the full weight of what he had done. He was so tired. He was so afraid. He felt so much pain.

He was awake, and the room he was in was dark. He could hear his own heartbeat. He could hear his own breath. He could feel his own breath on his neck. He felt as if he was alive. He was in control of his own body. He had done all that he could do.

He could hear the bed creaking and scraping against the ground. He could hear his own breathing. He could feel his own heartbeat. He felt warm. He felt safe. He felt much calmer. He felt so much alive.

He felt good.

He felt good.

He felt good.

He felt good.

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Editor’s Notes

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