Night 52: Weigal Street
[From here.]
They had reached the end of the first row in a short amount of time. It was the smallest town Claire could remember being to. The Island seemed huge in comparison. Walking from one end of town to the other barely took five minutes, and Claire had to look over her shoulder just to make sure that they hadn't missed a longer stretch of road at the other end.
"This way," she said shortly, turning to the right. There was nothing left on this street but quaint wooden houses, and those were of no use to her. Aside from the odd street lamp and a few lit windows in the stores, none of the lights were on. It was rather strange. The place felt so empty.
Of the few street lamps that seemed to be working, the one they were passing under played the strangest tricks with the shadows. As they walked briskly past the lamp, the dark shapes shrunk back from behind them and grew anew in front of their feet, stretching far ahead of them on the weathered pavement. Claire was paying it no mind until something seemed to jerk. Wriggle. It was difficult to describe, but for a moment it looked like her shadow had gone jittery and moved on its own.
Her footsteps faltered. Was the light bulb going out above them? She cast a quick look behind her, brows furrowed. No, it looked just the same as before. It hadn't even dimmed.
When she looked back, the shadow twitched again.
Claire snatched Andrew by the sleeve. "Did you see that?"
They had reached the end of the first row in a short amount of time. It was the smallest town Claire could remember being to. The Island seemed huge in comparison. Walking from one end of town to the other barely took five minutes, and Claire had to look over her shoulder just to make sure that they hadn't missed a longer stretch of road at the other end.
"This way," she said shortly, turning to the right. There was nothing left on this street but quaint wooden houses, and those were of no use to her. Aside from the odd street lamp and a few lit windows in the stores, none of the lights were on. It was rather strange. The place felt so empty.
Of the few street lamps that seemed to be working, the one they were passing under played the strangest tricks with the shadows. As they walked briskly past the lamp, the dark shapes shrunk back from behind them and grew anew in front of their feet, stretching far ahead of them on the weathered pavement. Claire was paying it no mind until something seemed to jerk. Wriggle. It was difficult to describe, but for a moment it looked like her shadow had gone jittery and moved on its own.
Her footsteps faltered. Was the light bulb going out above them? She cast a quick look behind her, brows furrowed. No, it looked just the same as before. It hadn't even dimmed.
When she looked back, the shadow twitched again.
Claire snatched Andrew by the sleeve. "Did you see that?"