Afeared

The trail leaving a mark on sand, ignite a curious mind to probe the reason, for which it was made. After all the footprints do seem to go on forever. 

And yet he couldn’t find the source, as for all he knew,  was that the trail never ended. He was tired and on the back of his mind was thinking of giving up on this stupid quest, yet something within was forcing him to continue it. 

All the extra effort certainty didn’t help as he could never find the source. “This seem endless”, he cried. He was tired and thirsty. But suddenly he forgot where he was and how he came here. He saw a figure emerging from a distance. 

“Excuse me, could you tell me where we are?”, he said to what appeared to be a man with an air of melancholy surrounding him. 

The melancholic guy smiled and asked him if he ever wondered why his own footprints are not on the sand. As he turned back, he realised that this mysterious guy, that he just met, was right. 

“Well you always stalked your victims before killing them, right John? Well this hell was made especially for you. Enjoy to continue our services till eternity.”

Even though dead, it was after a long time that John felt scared. 

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Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt