the week after friday13

It took place one week later. One week right after the Friday 13th.
I was taking an afternoon stroll in my white polo tee and jeans fully dressed up...

The road ahead me was pretty quiet. Except for some noises made by some cicadas thingy. Thanks to my sour blood, i din attract much mosquito.

I continued walking. The path ahead me seemed never ending. SUDDENLY, I felt a cool breeze whoooosh passed me. I stopped. I really stopped.

A blurred figure simply appeared right in front of me. She was from nowhere! I am dead bone minutes later. She must be hungry.























































And the photographer just stood there happily taking the photos..