The Pursuer (1/2)

I remember when I was young being a couple of miles down the road at a friend's house. Unfortunately, we played until it got dark and I had to ride my bike along the isolated road to get back home. There wasn't much of a moon out and it was very dark.

As I peddled down my friend's driveway I got the overwhelming sense I was being followed. I could hear a sound behind me: tap, tap tap.

I sped up and so did the sound.

Tap, tap tap.

My heart was pounding.

Still it was there.

Tap, tap, tap...