“Maricel, Maricel, Maricel, Maricel” A voice reverberated, in a cool, guttural whisper ricocheting off the lamp poles gradually growing louder and more threatening.
I quickened my pace as my breath hitched. Then, that noise intruded upon my thoughts again, and I snapped around, but still nothing to confirm my paranoia.
After walking a few miles, the voices had stopped and I made it to the bus stop. Dropping change into the fare box, I examined my prospects