I felt its breath, chill against my neck. I knew what stood behind me. Only on this night it possessed the power to achieve its justice. I must not look at it. only held by its sight could it harm me.
I walked forwards, along the cobbled street. If I could reach the village church I’d be safe for another year, until the return of this dread date.
Its footsteps echoed mine as I walked, my gaze kept low. I stumbled, looked up and caught the reflection in the window. Too late I tried to avert my gaze.