The street being almost gloomy , the moon hidden behind the dark clouds, lights hitting the cobblestone, the light looks absolutely dreamy and relaxing, people do love gloomy night or do they love depressed nights?...
I was walking again holding my phone with the all day news of un natural beings running around at night drinking people's blood and then the notification of the rates of people dying----
No one knows.
How?, who?, when did they even existed?, those series,shows and uncountable stories of vampires, almost
Send chills through my spine to brain , how could it be real? Why is it even real?
Spins through my mind--as I walk slowly to my car holding my Ghost hunting accessory in the briefcase which was black with some kind of machines to track ghosts--
I was a paranormal investigator , who use to live with all these things ,without a day being normal.
It's almost normal for me to see shadows lurking and orbs infront of my face for no reason---.
But a new search for the vampire thing seems really money-worth, if I am able to catch some even real proves, I would be world famous and if possible I would be the greatest one of Paranormal investigators.
Just as I thought not realizing how risky it could be since they can physically hurt me and even take my life , and all the hardwork I did allover the 6yrs of being a Ghost hunter.
I reached my car getting in , and placing my bag beside sit of the driving sit, smiling to myself, thinking how cool it would be to see a real vampire, just as being dumb to kill myself over a vampire search.
I started driving towards my home when I felt some eyes on me , which I never felt before,i do have attachments but never ever I knew having eyes on me, I tilted my head a bit but there was no one ,I tried to focus on my driving as no way I am giving up on this mission to find a vampire.
I ran my finger through the brown wavy medium short hair of mine as I completed parking my car , getting out and walking into home, still feeling eyes somewhere but don't know where.
Maybe on me?. Who would keep eyes on a man who is 28 and an PTSD
My green eyes look here and there still uncomfortable about where the hell this feeling was coming from?
"Why does it happen at worst timings"
I said as I walked in home and locked the door shaking my head and walked into home, not daring to look back outside through the small door hole.
Or that was it?. What could happen if I looked back at the sounds?...the feelings stabbing my guts of something definitely is wrong which never happend before.
Before.