Lost in the dark
It all had happened on a cloudy Sunday afternoon, when I decided that the weather and day were the perfect combination to start my twenty minute ride around the local park. As I packed my sandwich into my bag and unlocked my sports bike, I had a weird feeling that I was beeing watched. Ignoring that sudden feeling of an unnatural precence, I hopped on my bike, all ready for a relaxed ride through the wood riched park.
Ten minutes passed and the weather changed to a cloudy but cool atmosphere to a dark and cold one. I rode futher for ten more minute and the road that I knew changed. Not a moment passed when I realized that I had become lost. Lost in the dark, cold woods... I clicked my bicycal flashlight on and in the distance was a small abandoned cottage with a crucked door. I entered the cottage without knocking and the first thing I noticed was a creepy, realistic painting of a blurred figure, which apeared to be the face of a bald person, hanging on the scrached walls. Thinking that adaposting myself in that cottage would have protected me better than the outside, I stay inside, blocking the door with a old, but heavy drawer and wrapping my jacket around myself I layed in the squicky bed, falling asleep instantly.
I woke up the next morning, stiff and cold. I glanced aroung the room... the painting was in fact, a window. Someone, or something, is watching me. I got out of the dark cottage and I rode home as fast as I could. From that moment on, I never went anywhere were there were no living creatures around. I've been scared of going into that park ever since.
