3098. Nightly walk © Bruce Goodman 27 January 2025

It was spooky to say the least. I had not long left home for my nightly half hour walk. The moon was bright. I saw a woman walk by, and trailing about three feet behind her was her shadow. The shadow wasn’t attached to the woman. The woman waved at me, and about ten seconds later the shadow waved. The woman, and the shadow, soon disappeared into the woods. I went and stood where the woman had been. I had a shadow from the moonlight. I waved. The shadow waved at the same time. I wasn’t staying there any longer. I set out for home. Walking. I heard footsteps following me. I looked back and there was no one there. My pace quickened. The footsteps behind me quickened. I called out: “Who is it?” I heard a soft, shrill reply: “It’s me. It’s me.” “Stop following me,” I said. There was no reply. The footsteps stopped. I was practically running. I reached home. The police were there. My wife was lying dead on the front steps. “I’m sorry,” said the policeman. “It would seem your wife has been dead for about two hours.” Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story