When the company I worked for first moved out on Lookout Rd. driving down the long secluded road with brush on one side and train tracks on the other, I remember thinking that the area looked like an area where people dump bodies.
So one day my car was in the shop, I had to take the bus home from work, and as the sun began to set on another eerie fall night, I found myself walking down the long dark stretch of Lookout Road towards Old Oconnor Rd. The air was still, and a sense of unease settled over me as I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. The only light to guide my path was a dim streetlight that seemed miles away, casting long shadows that played tricks on my mind.
As I quickened my pace, my eyes darted around, searching for any signs of danger. It was then that I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. A large, shadowy figure loomed in the darkness, its presence sending a chill down my spine. At first glance, it appeared to be a German Shepherd, but as It drew closer, I realized it was something much more sinister.
Standing at a height that nearly matched my own, this creature was no ordinary dog. Its eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, and its fur bristled with an untamed energy. I felt the blood drain from my face as I struggled to maintain my composure. In a feeble attempt to break the tension, I mustered up the courage to speak, “Damn, you scared the ship out of me.”
With each step I took, I could feel the creature’s gaze following me, its powerful presence looming over me like a shadow. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, the instinctual fear of the unknown gripped me, urging me to run. But I remembered the wise words of my father: never run from a dog, for it will only give chase.
As I finally reached the safety of the dim streetlight, I dared to steal a glance to my left. To my surprise, the creature was nowhere to be seen. Had it been a trick of the night, a figment of my imagination? Or was it something more, a being that lurked in the shadows of Lookout Road, waiting to strike when least expected.
The Wolf of Lookout Rd. had left an indelible mark on my psyche, a reminder of the thin veil that separates the mundane from the mysterious. As I continued on my journey home, I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden in the darkness, waiting to be uncovered by those brave enough to seek them out. Oh I never rode the bus again!
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