I zipped up my hoody and burrowed in its fleece trying to block out the autumn nightly chill. My feet drag and echo with each step. After working a full retail shift and staying late to clean up, my feet were ready for some TLC with my bed and be cocooned in a blanket.
Funny, i had to wait in line to leave the store, all employees rushing to head home. But, as I walk to the other side of the parking garage no one is coming and going. I am alone.
My steps continue to echo and my messenger purse bounces slightly against my side. A ghost of my breath whispers in the air. Just cold enough to give it sight, but not yet winter so it isn’t fully a cloud of smoke in the air. Just the silence of the night and emptiness of the parking lot makes it easy to hear the ever so slight exhales of my breath.
Out of the corner of my eyes i see movement.
I whip my head around but all is still. Not even any cars left on this level (the fourth level) of the parking garage.
My feet protest but i stop crawl walking and pick up the pace. I’m about hallway to the other side of the garage, towards the exit.
That’s when i hear it. Shuffling. The faintest sound of quiet feet. Sure feet. Feet that don’t want to be heard.
I whip around again , a full 180 and come to a complete stop in walking and fully expect to see Michael Myers or Jason standing RIGHT in front of me.
But, nothing. I strain my eyes looking behind pillars and the the ramps going to the different levels. Looking for a sign of…anything.
Completely freaked out, i turn around and i speed walk. I hear the shuffling more frantic. Too scared to turn around again, i dash the last few feet to the exit. It’s not a real exist really, it’s a little turn off from the wide open parking garage a short hallway that leads to a set of stairs and then a few feet from the stairs an elevator.
I press the elevator button repeatedly, torn between running down the stairs or knowing the elevator should be at the landing or close too. Work etiquette, whoever leaves from my store and takes the elevator down would press the button to send the elevator back up to our floor. And the stairs are closer to the garage opening. The elevator is a few precious feet back.
For a tense 10 seconds i stare at the garage opening and listen intently. The slightest whisper of movement i hear. My heart thumping , my breathing labored from anxiety.
The ding of the elevator makes me jump out of my skin.
I couldn’t help it, I look one last time and a shadow is turning the corner.
Then all of a sudden i hear
My eyes drop to the floor and i see a pigeon running at me.
I duck in the elevator and the elevator beeps and the doors start to close. The last thing i saw was a pigeon standing before the elevator with it’s wings outspread.
With the elevator starting its descend I couldn’t help it, I started laughing right then and there. I just was stalked and chased and ran from a pigeon.
* This was written to part take in Jenni’s Weekend Funny Challenge over on Unload and Unwind*