From the start of the night, the atmosphere held a premonition of evil tidings. When later, it started drizzling and everyone went inside early, A hooded figure stood lurking in the shadows between a dilapidated building and the public toilet on Crystal street.
Biola just left her boyfriend’s house and despite all his effort to make her stay the night, even with the rain, she had refused. The last time she tried it was with a guy she was seeing before. They had chemistry quite well, but their compatibility was shit. It had been raining that day as well and she had decided to stay till morning. Against her better judgement, they had had a sweet night, one that felt so right but she knew was so wrong. Once beaten, twice shy…so she was not going to let that happen again.
Her boyfriend, fairly new, but very compatible was the worst person she could stay the night within a drizzling night because the chemistry was mad–crazily mad. Irresistibly mad…
So as it started drizzling, she knew it was time to leave. Rain at night with her in a dude’s place had never been good for her. Continue reading “The Ghost House”
