Narrative Essay On The Ghost

The only luminance came from the lamps distributed at even increments along the empty streets. Yet this didn’t inconvenience the people awake at this hour: the ones who avoid the light and welcome the shadows. The night was near pitch black and the shadows were plentiful. The sky’s light obscured by tall buildings and thick clouds; one could barely see their hand an arm’s length in front of their face. The buildings caused a labyrinth of alleys and side streets used by these shadow walkers, the dregs of the city’s tarnished underbelly.

On this night, however, a different type hid in the shadows: a ghost. The ghost waited in silence taking in the noises of the night: chirping crickets, rodents scurrying around the alleys, the occasional stray cat. None were the sounds the ghost waited for. Then, the scuff of shoes on concrete. The ghost’s head swiveled toward the noise. Eyes strained in the jet black night to make out anything. Unable to discern any shapes the ghost listened with more intent. Hushed whispered voices were now coming closer. Another scuff of shoes and this time the clinking of kicked glass followed by a soft thud and muffled yelp. The ghost had them now. …show more content…
They held tight to a struggling younger man. The three men stopped in their tracks. The clouds continued to admit the moon’s light. The tall figure watched the man on the right remove his hand from the younger man 's mouth and panic settle on both the older men’s faces. A slow feral smile graced the tall silhouette’s face and a smooth, sonorous voice asked, “What are you boys up to