November Night

The fog rolled in thick this night, the streetlights where almost covered, the chilling winter air fought with the remaining autumn warmth. It was only 50 meters between each of them, but each light became it's own mystical island in the fog, repealing the darkness and giving a faint, untrue promise of safety in this cold, dark night. Not even the cats fought in this soup, like they usually did at this hour. No one was out here as I jumped from island to island unaware of what was hiding in the fog. Than a panicked scream...

[- Authority Note: That's basically what happens right now, and I'm not sure it's 50 meters I just counted my steps between them. Perfect scene for a Crime Thriller, a Horror Story or something mythical. And of course nobody screamed.]

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