Wordly Wise Wednesday: The Witness

I was clad with a leather jacket and a red, abrasive scarf around my neck, almost suffocating me. It was a cold night, even though the paper had predicted otherwise. I took a deep breath, briefly looking at the fog it left. I took a right, walking down a dark alley, succumbed by the uncertainty of where it lead to.

Suddenly, a loud, piercing shriek echoed around the empty night. I grimaced. I immediately surmised that a gruesome event had occurred. I ran, ran as fast and far as I could. But I was lost. The pitch black night forbid me to look at the path in front of me. I endeavored to derive a way back to Eighth Street, until I found my way back.

I continued to dash around the streets, gingerly avoiding the seldom walker on the way. I began to feel dehydrated, but this was no time to stop for water. I saw my destination. I panted as I grasped the rusty, metal handle to the wooden door. I walked in the police station, directly going towards the officer. I told him about my occurrence, but he wasn't very electrified he dealt with events like this every day.

He called out to two other officers, as they came out a while later, ready for duty. I informed the newcomers about what happened, this time being briefly interrupted with questions. They thanked me and assured that they will investigate the alley on Eighth Street. I walked out pushing open the wooden door, walking into the coldness and darkness of the night. Walking out into the bleak uncertainty. Thinking about the shriek that still echoed in my head....