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Left Alone

I followed him the rest of the way down the alley. The further we walked the darker it got and the more the walls began to change. The rough sand tones of the brick began to smooth out into a single plane and color began to streak across its surface, smearing like paint dripping down a canvas wall.

“Stop,” I heard somewhere say. I started looking franticly around up and down the corridor, the boy was gone.

I couldn’t see the way out of the alley through which I came so I guess I didn’t have a choice but to stay put. The place was well lit with by the color lining the wall but when they went out there was nothing left to see. The thick blackness coiled itself around me.

“Hey… Where did you go?” No one answered.

Waiting in the silence lasted forever, what kind of plan was this?

Extending past the deafening silence I could hear a clap of thunder rolling out from nowhere in particular. I spun around in circles looking for the source but I couldn’t see where it was coming from.

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