You know what? Campus Life was actually supposed to feel safe, the familiar hallways, and the sound of conversation, but nowadays, none of these sounds reach me
Because I was not alone anymore ðŸ˜
At the start, I heard the sound of slow and faint footsteps whenever I left my class. I even saw my shadow being a second late, and I convinced myself that this was all my imagination. Who would want to follow me?
But those feelings became worse. I got to know someone was watching me
At the library, I tried to focus on my boring assignments, isolating myself in the silent World of the college library. Those big books related to international law were my comfort
But as usual, I felt the Same sensation of being watched by someone.
I tripped over my chair and pushed my chair back. "Hello, is any human there?"
There was no answer
I made myself walk between the shelves; my footsteps echoed behind me. No one was there. The Only smell was the smell of the old books.
But the moment I returned to my desk, I saw something familiar
On the table, there was a Book which I never took, and there were weird symbols.
I felt fear as I ran back to my dorm, pulling my coat tighter. The campus was deserted, and the moonlight fell over the cobblestone, forming long shadows
Behind me, I could hear footsteps.
And when I stopped, the footsteps also stopped.
I turned around, and no one was there, just the trees swaying in the winter Air
I started walking faster than before. And those footsteps followed the pace, but this time they were really close.
"Who is there? Show yourself!" I snapped, trying to sound brave and daring
There was no response.
When I finally reached my room. I took the dorm keys, and about to unlock the door, I swear I could feel warm breath against the back of my neck.
I freaked out and closed the door shut, sliding against the floor
Suddenly, there were 3 knocks right outside the door.
"He can't protect you. Celestia, the prophecy must never be fulfilled," It whispered. Slowly, the lock turned before it could be opened. I heard a scream, and the turning stopped.
I slowly opened the door, and no one was there except the rows of doors.
Someone knew my name, and whoever they are they aren't Lucian.