The Wild Wood Creative Writing

The street lay before him. The night had come and the lamps along the street flickered. Jack shivered and pulled his jacket tighter. He quickened his pace. Every step he took echoed through the street. The lamps cast a looming shadow. The street was empty and he looked around him as he walked. "There's no one here, nothing would happen to me," Jack convinced himself bravely. The cold wind blew at his face. Jack thought he saw a shadow move past him. His head swivelled from side to side as he tried looking for the thing that had cast the shadow. His dark, brown eyes were wide with fear as he walked. His heart palpitated wildly like as if it was trying to burst out of his ribcage. He felt something watching him. He turned around and saw a pair of dark, evil eyes that vanished. He continued walking but the back of his neck prickled with fear. Soft, evil cackles echoed in his mind. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw the shadow flit past him again. This time, it seemed bigger. The shadow came nearer and nearer as the eyes stared at him with malice. The cackles got louder in his mind. Overcome with panic, he took a step backwards, turned around and bolted from his spot. Blinded with fear, he ran to places he had never seen. He saw the bright light from the convenience store and ran inside. He wished he had listened to his parents when they told him to go home before dark.