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fly.floh am 19. März 2008 um 04:42

After spending the evening at a bar with some friends you decide it’s time to go home. It’s late and very cold, too cold für this time of the year. You don’t think nothing about it, you got your good old warm jacket with you. You cycle down the same way you always do, but something is different tonight, something ain’t the way it should be. Maybe it’s the cold but that can’t really be it.

While your cycling through the dark, alone, the trees along the way start moving. “It’s the wind,” you think. But there is no wind. The whole thing starts to creep you out, there is no wind, there is no one else. It is dark you are alone. Just this evening you didn’t care if you ran into a car, but there must be something right behind you, something you cannot grasp.

Panic starts  to reach your throat, you start to loose your sense of reality, nothing, no one can help you now. Right before you realise it, you reach home, the comfort of your own bed. Safety.

So you go to bed, you go to sleep. Forever.