Pearl walked down the street - the birds turned haunting as she began to wander about the strange sounds in the night. Pearl became scared, and she felt as though she might scream as a bush began to move. However the rustling came with the breath of the wind that had risen with a cool dew which washed over the place. Pearl looked at the sky and she saw the moon as it battled to save its spot in the sky because clouds had begun to roam over its face.
"Rain;" muttered Pearl as she began to grow a frown.
A pip of ice cool rain spat on her, and she rushed her steps as she began to fear a downpour. One pellet of rain after another began to spit at her - one after the other - as the wind grew into a mighty gale. Pearl began to shiver from the cold as her hair blew over her shoulders and up towards the sky. She felt trapped in a storm she could not avoid, and so she raced for the nearby telephone booth and closed herself inside.
Pearl picked up the telephone and placed it against her ear - she listened to the purr of the dial, and then she heard nothing. Rain flooded around her - all four sides of the telephone booth were splattered with wetness which flood down its glass. A mighty rumble in the clouds made Pearl jump, but she sighed as she realised she was safe.
Pearl leaned on the glass behind her and she sighed - she would not get wet at all. She waited, she counted second, and then she listened to nothing. She just watched as the world turned wet around her, and the evening drove on.
It was eleven pm when the rain stopped. Pearl emerged from the telephone booth and she bit on her lip - it was much too dark, much too late, she was scared. However she pushed her scared away to be able to continue to walk.
So Pearl walked through the night with pride on her brow. After a while her distress eased and she was able to relax. However on her spine there was a chill which made her aware that she was unsafe, and it tingled as she reached a bridge which she had to walk under. The sight of a nearby police car calmed Pearl however and she happily walked towards the bridge. It was only when walking through the dark tunnel underneath that she came to some trouble.
A police officer talked to some other guy in quiet whispers as she passed. They looked to her and stopped their chatter, and she looked to them. The flicker of a weak light broke out from above them all, and she was able to see them and them her, and the cop had his finger on a bag of drugs.
"Hi;" muttered the cop in a dead tone which did nothing to calm Pearl down.
"I'm walking home;" told Pearl before she continued on.
Pearl felt as though she had a gun at her back as she moved on to the other side of the tunnel. She sweated a little under her armpits, and it was only when she exited that she realised she had felt scared.
Pearl broke out in a run, and she continued to run with a scream on the back of her heels. Her heartbeat fluttered at ever disturbance - an owl, a dog, a lamp, a traffic light, a row of cars; and she did not stop panicking until she reached the gate of her house. It was then she raced to the front door and unlocked it with tremble-stung fingers. When inside Pearl locked the door behind her before she sobbed - she had seen something and it worried her.
"That was something bad;" she muttered as she walked to the bedroom door. "There was something more to that;" she added before she slipped into her room and calmed down. "I am just glad I am here;" she muttered. "I am glad I am at home;"
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