Spooky Story

Women On The Peca #8

That Friday night, the atmosphere was slightly different, plus suddenly a small speck of rain started to fall from the sky, just a few dozen meters after I left Henri's house.

The more I accelerated the foot on the bike pedal, the fact that the raincoat was not in the carry bag, the more I made up my mind to get home.

I choose to rain on the bike rather than have to shelter waiting for the rain to subside, besides the rain is also not big, only a small drizzle.

About a few dozen minutes later, finally arrived in front of the quiet housing complex.

Recalling Henri's remark the previous afternoon, I had the intention to choose another path further, but I broke the intention, worry if the rain will be more heavy force me to choose a shorter and faster path, through the quiet housing.

It was nine o'clock exactly, when I glanced at the circular watch on the left wrist. Had hesitated, but I finally forced myself to cross into the complex.

Several times I had to wash my wet face with rainwater, as it was raining more and more.

As usual, the housing atmosphere is very quiet. What I felt, that night the house lights were more dead, more houses were pitch black than bright ones.

The street lights that lined up on the sidewalk again helped my vision to navigate the deserted road. The sound of friction of the bicycle tire is not alone anymore, this time accompanied by the sound of rain spatter that is getting heavier.

Finally, a few dozen meters ahead, to the right of the street, I saw a house that usually had women sitting on its porch. According to Henri, the house had been empty for a long time.