An escape · it opened with something wrong and you got out
Followed home
Walking home on a street that keeps stretching, you hear steps that match yours. You run, try doors that aren’t yours, and your own lock won’t turn. Then you stop, and turn around.
“when I turned around it was just my own shadow, taller than me”
What it’s doing
You stop running from it, and it loses its hold.
A question to sit withWhat would you see if you stopped sooner?