The dim light in her front window had her offering a prayer of thanks. She needed to pee and take a shower. Creepy sensations crawled all over her skin like she was buried up to her neck in an ant hill. Phantom echoes from this extremely stressful day. The walk home helped release a fraction of the overload.
A tall figure stepped from behind a barberry bush up ahead. The faint moonlight bounced off dark shoulders, but his face was shadowed. Instinct along with weird blips in her head told Whitney to shift directions, so she angled away and crossed the street.
The figure sped toward her, catching up in a few steps.
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